Bedelia sighed as she relaxed on the beach, warm sand against her scales, a good view of Cuddles as she swam in the water, and a Boobisaur stroking the stiffness said view gave her.
It was a good day Bedelia felt. Her team had been working hard lately, so she figured she'd treat them.
'Maybe if the humans had treated me like this, I wouldn't have left.' She thought with a chuckle as she watched her Bunnygirl swim.
Her relaxation was interrupted somewhat when she watched Cuddles quite abruptly sink beneath the water, as though pulled down. Bedelia sat up more, the plant pokegirl looking up at her curiously. After some inspection, Bedelia figured out what it was.
A Titacool had snared Cuddles. They were small, blue, jellyfish like pokegirls with venomous stingers full of lust toxin. They could be nearly invisible in moving water, so it was no water Cuddles hadn't noticed her. Bedelia hadn't thought there were any ferals on this beach, but apparently there was at least one.
The Titacool had her legs locked around Cuddles' head, arms wrapped around her torso while her two, slick gray tentacles assaulted the Bunnygirl's exposed holes, forcing in roughly and pumping in steadily, hitting almost as deep as Bedelia in both sides.
"Would you please?" Bedelia asked the Boobisaur after a few moments of enjoying the show; mostly as she could tell Cuddles wasn't actually afraid or worried. She'd learned how the curiously confident Bunnygirl could be about things, and knew when she was enjoying herself.
Nevertheless, the Boobisaur let out her vines, reaching into the water and lifting both the pokegirls out.
The Titacool, suddenly confused, let go of Cuddles and began to squirm. Skin being slick and slippery, she nearly escaped before the Boobisaur flung her onto the sand. She scrambled to try and reach the water, but Bedelia pinned her on her front.
"Listen here," Bedelia growled dominantly to the pokegirl initially to make her listen, but her voice eased gradually as she spoke, "I can't blame you liking Cuddles, but she's mine. I can help you get someone else though~" She purred.
The Titacool's struggling lessened, and she listened as Beledia explained her hatred of humans, her intent to take over the island.
"I'll need someone who can help me control the waters, and you'd be perfect for it; especially after you evolve. In exchange, you can keep any water 'girls you find in our territory, and you can do whatever you want to any humans you find."
The Titacool grinned at the thought, and turned around to face Bedelia. Unable to speak, she answered with a nod, then a gasp as she felt Bedelia's cock force inside her. Slick as her body was, she took the fire type's thick, heated cock with ease; the intensity washing over her shortly after.
Bedelia grunted, hips pumping deeper into the Titacool to welcome her to the harem officially. The type difference cause the Titacool's tightness to stimulate Bedelia more intensely than normal; but far from slowing her down, it seemed to egg her on.
Nearby, Cuddles watched with her rabbit ears twitching, asking the Boobisaur if she wanted to practice her vine bondage while they watched.
Seeing as the show had left the Boobisaur just as stiff as Bedelia, she was happy to oblige~
The Cutiepie sat in her den, squirming as she tried to keep the noise she made a bare minimum.
She had perhaps been the most personally afraid when they'd first encountered. And who could blame her, she thought.
A Charamanda of her size could have killed a fragile little bug type like herself without thought; could even just do it accidentally by being too close to her.
She couldn't have expected the fire type to calmly and carefully pick her up and carry her to her den so she could be away from the other dangerous pokegirls that would see her as a bite sized snack. Even then she hadn't fully trusted her, it didn't make sense.
But around the time she'd fought off a mini-swarm of Zubutt and their Golbutt leader-all of whom now also served her-the Cutiepie had realized that the Charamanda really wasn't going to hurt her.
She was genuinely shocked, and didn't understand why she was being so kind to her. She'd even helped her sate her desires once, and in no ploy for her own.
The bug type bit her lip, fingers picking up the pace between her legs as she recalled the sensation of the Charamanda's long reptilian tongue swirling through her folds bringing wave after wave of pleasure for her.
The Cutiepie felt bad about it, but even then, she still held some small fear of the large fire type. What if she'd only not tried to fuck her properly because her body was too small and would have been physically too damaged to serve her afterwards.
Despite the fear influencing that belief.. she found herself upset by it. Her feverish self pleasure only got more intense as she attempted to use pleasure to overcome the building frustration at the idea that she was too weak.
But her attempts were going nowhere. Small and sensitive as her body was, frustration overcame physical pleasure and left her panting, sweaty, and unable to cum; which itself only added to the frustration.
She slumped against the soft grass of her den, breathing heavily as she stared into nothing. She laid there, annoyed, for several minutes before her little hands squeezed into fists.
She didn't want to be weak. She didn't have to be. She got up, dusted herself up, and set to trying to train. She didn't really know how to train herself properly, but if the Charamanda had figured it out, she could at least try to.
Push ups, running, sit ups, climbing, practicing her attacks. These all seemed fairly obvious. Strength her body and the strength of her attacks, and she'd gradually grow even stronger.
Maybe she could even evolve. She wasn't sure what she wanted to evolve into, as there were three potential options. But she didn't let herself linger on it. She was focused.
Or she told herself she was anyway. She had no proper form or real idea of how a pokegirl of her kind was meant to train effectively.
She was exercising, and doing so in a place with an elemental aura matching her own typing, so surely there was little else to it.
This was, as several frustrating hours of attempted training proved to her, not the case. She burned through her stamina like a fire through tissue paper and had little to show for it by the time she was done.
She collapsed into a sweaty heap back in her den, feeling sore and dejected. She didn't think she'd continue that any time soon.
"Giving up so soon?" An amused voice said with a snicker.
The Cutiepie tensed in surprise. Suddenly alert, her eyes flitted around the clearing to find the source of the voice.
She finally found what she was looking for. Sitting on a branch in one of the trees that enclosed her den was another pokegirl.
She was taller than the Cutiepie, if not so much taller. With primarily red skin, the insect green having gone from primary to secondary color on her body, her figure looking fit and curvy at the same time. She was an Applepie, one of her species three potential evolutions.
"Who are you?" The Cutiepie questioned.
The Applepie shrugged, "Meh, who's anyone." She responded, lowering herself via vines that sprouted from her wrists.
The Cutiepie didn't have a proper response to that, and was very confused about her new visitor, so instead waited for her to talk. She wasn't a feral obviously, she was talking, and seemed stable.
When the Applepie was down to the Cutiepie's level she said, "I was watching you train. Lot of wasted energy if you ask me." The Cutiepie's face scrunched up at this.
"You saying it's pointless?" The Applepie laughed at this.
Before the belief that she was being laughed at for trying to become stronger could take hold, the Applepie clarified, "No, I mean the way you were training. A lot of it was putting energy into things that can't really go anywhere. We're pokegirls. We're born with specific ways of training ourselves. There are different ways sure, but if you try to do them all at once, you're gonna end up going fucking nowhere at the speed of thought."
The Cutiepie pouted at this, though it made sense as she thought about it.
"Well.. what should I do?" She questioned.
The Applepie shrugged. "Depends on what you want. If you want to become a Titapod, focus on the bug moves and defense. Also start eating more to bulk up. If you're aiming for Tomboy, physical stuff and actual battles with other pokegirls. If you want to be an Applepie like yours truly, well, the trigger is a secret, but suffice to say, stay in the forest for plant type element and eat used to the taste of apples." She giggled.
The Cutiepie bit the inside of her mouth. She'd still not really considered what she wanted to become. She'd always just gone with the flow until the Charamanda had arrived, gone about her life the same as any other wild pokegirl.
No real goals or intended path other than to survive, fuck, and eventually breed. She figured most like that ended up becoming Titapods just by default, it being their natural evolution and all.
But... she wasn't like that anymore. She had a say in things now, and more than that, she had the ability to actually care about her say in it now. She wasn't just another feral.
"Would you.. um.. would you like to help me?"
She asked the Applepie. She felt somewhat silly asking like that, especially seeing as the answer was almost certainly yes already given that she was here at all. The Applepie smirked, reaching out a hand.
The Cutiepie took it, feeling herself grow more excited at the prospect of getting some real progress done. She helped as the Applepie used her vines to sling herself out of the den, keeping a hold on the Cutiepie as she did so.
They didn't so much land as crash elegantly on the other side. But no matter, she'd just get used to stuff like that. And maybe kick the Applepie in the shins at some point for it.
The Cutiepie had only met the Applepie a few days prior.
She'd introduced her the Charamanda when she'd gone back to check in between training. She was starting to get the same teasing and shit eating grins the Armsmistress had gotten when the fire type had picked up on her crush on the Boobisaur.
Unlike her, the Cutiepie was quite certain of her feelings, but it was not a priority at the moment. She focused on making herself stronger.
Thankfully, results of effort were much more immediately visible in pokegirls of her kind. She was already developing new muscle from the physical training and sparring the Applepie was helping her with.
It wasn't her specialty, but she did know how to fight and was quite amused at the Cutiepie's early attempts at it. She was slowly starting to get better of course, but it would be some time before she evolved to be sure. She didn't mind.
The process of training was starting to feel more rewarding by itself than she'd thought before. She could see why fighting types went on about it so often. In any event, she was well on her way to a tough evolution.
The Applepie had noticed the improvements and praised her for them, but never let her go easy, making sure she didn't get soft. Now, though, it was a rest time.
"Been doing pretty good lately," The Applepie said, "I think you've earned a reward of some kind."
"Hm?" The Cutiepie questioned, "Like what?"
The Applepie smiled, letting out her vines. The smooth green vines snaked over to the other bug type and brushed along her legs.
"How about something like this~?" She asked with a grin, vines inches further between her legs.
They were pokegirls, so playing coy about sex seemed silly to the Applepie, but she went slow nonetheless, giving the Cutiepie time to turn her down if she wanted.
The smaller bug type thought for a moment before nodding, spreading her legs gently for her mentor. The Applepie grinned, vines moving to hold her legs open as she lowered her head between them.
The Cutiepie gripped the grass gently and breathed steadily as she felt the Applepie's tongue licking along her slit. She went slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm the poor thing. Then, as she saw the Cutiepie adapting, she picked up the pace, tongue pushing passed her lower lips to lick inside.
One of her hands moved up as she ate the Cutiepie out, gently rubbing against her clit, vines keeping a firm grip on her ankles. The Cutiepie groaned as she felt it, squirming as her fingers gripped the grass harder, hips starting to bug.
The larger, dexterous tongue of the Charamanda was hard to beat out of course, but the Applepie was most certainly skilled. Or perhaps the Cutiepie was still sensitive. Possibly both. The Cutiepie wasn't sure, but at the moment, with the pleasure building, she didn't especially care.
She was steadily approaching her peak before quite suddenly being shoved over it as a third vine she hadn't seen the Applepie produce pressed against her other hole.
It had only barely pushed inside, but it was enough stimulation to bring her over the edge. The Cutiepie panted from the sudden orgasm, shooting her mentor as dirty a look as she could manage post climax.
The grass bug just giggled, "Don't pretend that didn't feel good~" She purred, moving up to kiss her.
The Cutiepie considered arguing, but instead just relaxed into the kiss as the Applepie leaned her back. It had in fact felt good.
The two bug pokegirls interlocked their legs with the Cutiepie pressed to the ground on bottom. The Applepie pressed her own slit to the Cutiepie's, the two beginning to grind against one another.
They moaned into the kiss as they ground against one another, bringing each other more pleasure.
The Applepie didn't pull her third vine away, and inside continued to gently work her other hole as well. She'd stop immediately if asked, but the Cutiepie never asked her to, and she instead got more aggressive with it.
Unbeknownst to them, their fun was attracting quite a few feral pokegirls. Luckily, the Charamanda was looking out for them while they had their fun. She felt they'd more than earned it~
Bedelia watched her pokegirls train. It was just after sunset, the only time when Bedelia could see all of her pokegirls training together.
The Boobisaur, who'd finally decided on the name Thyme, was sparring with the Armsmistress. Cuddles letting the Titacool train her tentacle strength on her in a nearby river while the three Zubutt all ganged up on their Golbutt leader, training their endurance and attack power while training their leaders' speed and reaction time.
The Cutiepie was already resting from her training, having been at it all day with the Applepie she'd befriended the day prior. Bedelia smiled, pleased with the sight.
She looked down at the rock she'd been working on. Her claws had left deep cracks all across it, but her fire still wasn't melting it, only scorching. 'I'll get it tomorrow,' she thought as she turned back to the others.
"That's enough for now," She called to the others.
She'd have the nocturnal group do another round before the sun came up; but for now, she wanted to have a little fun. The Armsmistress struggled in Thyme's vines, expecting to be released since training was over; only to blush when the Boobisaur's vines instead squeezed her tighter as the plant type adjusted her armor enough to expose her pussy.
Bedelia could hear the Cutiepie moaning from the tree overhead, and Cuddles… well what she was doing with the Titacool didn't actually look much different, but they seemed to be holding back less.
The Zubutt were evidently intent on trying to make up for being so rough during sparing, as all three seemed to be worshipping the Golbutt's body as she relaxed against the ground.
Bedelia chuckled, stroking herself to full stiffness as she wondered who to join first~
As Bedelia and her harem enjoyed themselves, they were completely unaware of the small force approaching them through the cover of foliage. Arrows sharpened, knives ready, and this time, with ferals of their own to fight back with. 'We'll make that lizard bitch pay.'