This is perhaps the most wholesome smut I'll ever write. I chose not to replicate accents because I'm bad at writing them and would probably butcher the characters' dialects in the process.

Includes: Futanari, smut, fluff, lots of handholding, kissing, yuri, and first times.

Hope you enjoy!


Following the Champion Cup, many youthful Pokémon trainers, inspired by the battles that transpired, went about their journeys with newfound dedication and passion for the vagrant life of a trainer.

Thus was not necessarily the case for Gloria and Marnie, whose battle may have helped inspire many into action, but whose romantic fling kept them homebound for months. Their first date, not even two days after the Champion Cup, saw the them relinquish their first kisses to one another atop a grassy hill to the serene tune of wind turbines turning and the Wooloo herd bleating. They'd lie on that hill until the stars shone, pointing out constellations and daydreaming about their futures.

The following day saw another date, one with twice the number of kisses and even public handholding, something which embarrassed Marnie to no end. For all her haut and vigor, the girl was, by Gloria's estimate, adorably bashful, though she tried not to tease her about it.

Things escalated on their third date when the movie they chose for the evening turned out to contain some steamy smut. Soft core, PG-13, smut, but smut nonetheless.

It wasn't Gloria's intention to be vulgar, but the intimate scenes between two women unfolding before them awakened new desires within her for Marnie, desires which manifested in the form of a boner and light wet spots in her panties. She convincingly hid such unsightly things from her girlfriend, but the guilt she felt for allowing such a thing to happen made her subsequent chats about the film awkward.

Of course, Marnie was no different. The scene began while the two were holding hands in the theater, and it was clear as day (to Marnie at least) that her palms were sweaty from heat. She may not have sported a cock like her futanari mate, but she had to discreetly rub her thighs together during certain parts just to sublimate her feelings. She never noticed Gloria's awkwardness during their later conversations, but she most certainly noticed her own.

When they eventually decompressed with some ice cream, Gloria cheekily licked up a drop off Marnie's finger, something that only days prior would have registered to them as simple, innocent flirting, but which presently put numerous racy ideas back into their heads.

Lovers would be lovers. Even though the two trainers entered into their romance without the ambitions of lustful pursuit, they were no exceptions to its inevitability. Soon their physical qualities became just as alluring as their personalities, and for the first time they shared an adult kiss, one packed with lofty intent and tongue, just as they had observed in the film.

With cheeks red and shame discarded, Gloria cupped her darling Brit and sealed the deal. So nervous was she in heat that she nearly clacked their teeth together, but thankfully such a buzzkill was dodged when Marnie cocked her head to the side in an attempt to take Gloria's tongue deeper.

Marnie kept her hand atop Gloria's, just as she had in the dark chamber of the movie theater, clenching it tightly as she remembered the exoticism of arousal. But such simple contact was no longer satisfying the way it had been previously, so she nudged Gloria further, allowing her lover's bodyweight to slowly guide her onto her back.

Gloria, who had hitherto kept her eyes shut from panic, meekly opened them to the most beautiful sight. Her girlfriend, eyes glittering, looking up at her with complete defenselessness, accepting of any advance. Her heart nearly used explosion.

They laid on the grass of their favorite hill, one atop the other, legs intertwined, and their hands still holding one another warmly. The turbines that had once served as a relaxing tone setter now punctuated their heartbeats as each kiss hitched in intensity.

It was then, at the zenith of their transgressions, that Marnie could feel it. The thing Gloria had indirectly warned her about when she confessed to being a futanari. Like a wallet in her skirt, it pressed against her thigh, warming the skin and filling her with a mix of apprehension and thrill. The way it throbbed had her seeing lights, yet she acclimated herself to the sensation.

Her pink dress, riding up the length of her legs, exposing her black laced panties. Her stomach slightly bare. Suddenly that warmth of Gloria's was pulsing against her very own sweet spot, and without warning her breathing hitched and a surprised moan escaped her lips.

Gloria tried to resist looking too greedily at Marnie, but even she had her limits. She parted their lips and lifted herself up, taking in the sight of her girlfriend splayed out on the grass, and herself painfully hard beneath her skirt.

They both panted, hair disheveled from sweat. Marnie, between airy breaths and thinking entirely with the feelings emanating from her crotch, finally croaked out. "Let's go somewhere. Private."

Gloria nodded. "Okay, just… let me calm down."

"Y-yeah. Me too."

They separated, Marnie pulling her dress back down and Gloria covering her tented skirt. As the seconds eased on in silence, the two grew very, very aware of what had transpired and just how embarrassing it was. Tried as they may have to "calm down," the reality they both endured was one of frantic libido colored by confusion, timidity, and fear. And yet, nonetheless, they eventually took one another's hand and quietly began to walk.

On their way, Gloria stopped at a convenience store. "Just… wait here a second okay?"

"S-sure." Marnie leaned against a telephone pole outside, attempting to feel comfortable in her own skin, but failing. No matter what posture she adopted, the feeling of Gloria's thing pressed against her hide refused to leave her memory. Her legs kept shifting just as she couldn't stop rubbing her arm in mock comfort and crossing them impatiently. She hadn't felt such skittishness in years, but there she was out in front of a convenience store incapable of standing still. Spontaneity serving as the basis of her unease.

When Gloria returned, she did so with a blush and a sideways gaze. "I'm ready."

Marnie looked at her, puzzled. "Okay."

Their walk resumed without a single word, hand in hand for some remote sense of reassurance. They eventually came upon Gloria's apartment. She fumbled with the key, the anxiousness of which set Marnie further on edge. They'd been alone in each other's rooms before, but never with the intentions they had now.

Once inside they let their hands loose. Gloria removed her shoes and put her backpack onto a nearby chair, unzipping it. "I… well, I thought we should be safe, y'know." Before Marnie could ask what she was talking about, Gloria removed a box of condoms from the bag. She made to reply with a simple "Oh," but nothing came out. There was no reason to be surprised. In fact, it made sense to take such an important precaution into consideration. But actually seeing the box. Something physical relating to the subtext of their situation. It made the imminence of everything sink in faster.

Gloria's blush returned in full force. She removed her cap and brushed some strands of hair to the side. Eyes downcast at the table. "I, um, I don't know exactly how we're supposed to go about things now that we're here. But I just want to say, before anything is done, that you're… Marnie… you're, um, how should I say it? I think you are special. If that makes any sense."

Marnie watched her stuttering mess of a mate from the doorway. When she saw Gloria's awkwardness so clearly, a sense of serenity washed over her, and suddenly all that was on her mind was how beautiful she was. How desperately she wanted to reciprocate her sentiment of affection and cupidity.

Quietly, without even removing her boots, Marnie approached her from behind. Her hands, trembling as they were, wrapped around the girl's frame just as she buried her face in her shoulder.

Gloria went still, then brought a gentle hand to Marnie's cheek. They gazed into and through one another, feeling for the first time that they were truly and unabashedly acknowledging themselves as lovers. No more shame, and no more guilt. They kissed.

That night Gloria and Marnie gave each other something special, something that can be given only once, and in the process came to know one another more intimately than they had ever thought was possible.

They also gave it to each other missionary style. It was all they knew. One on top, one on the bottom. Neither complained because it felt good that way, so they returned to that position the next night after an evening dinner turned erotic, and the night after that when Gloria accidentally said something indecent out loud, and even the night after that when Marnie secretly became jealous of the witty banter her girlfriend enjoyed with Hop. They did it a lot that way, at least until the following week when Gloria went to lay Marnie down on the bed.

"Ack!"

Gloria jumped. "I'm sorry! Did I hurt you?"

Marnie stretched her back. "No, no, it wasn't your fault. My back has just been sore lately."

"That's no good. Do you know what's causing it?"

"Um, yeah, kinda." She and Gloria shared a look, the Scot blind to Marnie's implication. She blushed. "I-I just slept on it weirdly. It'll be fine by tomorrow, I'm sure."

"Oh, then I guess we shouldn't do it again today, huh?"

Marnie tugged on Gloria's sleeve. "I mean, we don't have to skip today."

Gloria blinked. "Okay, but how—"

Without warning, Marnie flipped the girl onto her back. A passionate kiss ensued, and soon Gloria found herself limp beneath her lover. Marnie pulled back, a devilish grin adorning her face. "Ready, babe?" She didn't need vocal confirmation. The look of need on Gloria was all she needed to get the go-ahead.

Marnie slipped her outfit of the day—a black button-up dress with matching belt courtesy of the prestigious Hammerlocke boutique's biannual 40% off fire sale—down her shoulders and onto the floor. Once she was in nothing but her pink underwear, she unzipped Gloria's chocolate shorts while the girl went to pulling her Pokéball embroidered boatneck over her head.

Marnie started high. A kiss on her mate's lips, then down to her neck where she planted a number of hickeys. Gloria protested, but she didn't really mind. She liked the idea of being marked by her girlfriend. It wasn't too far off from buying matching rings or cellphone straps in her book. 'Twas a visual indicator of their intimacy, just one of a much more private sort that only they would ever know.

Next came her breasts, all pink and stout. Marnie just adored them, teasing Gloria verbally with little nothings about how cute they (and by extension she) were. That got an even bigger rise out of the girl than the actual touching.

Her tummy followed, and Marnie appraised it from starboard to port side. "You're the most stunning woman in the whole world, Gloria," she said, trailing downwards.

Gloria shielded her face in embarrassment, her hips rising in anticipation of Marnie's voyage to her groin. "Marnie, wait," she choked out.

The punk girl glanced up at her. "What is it?" She asked gentile.

"I…" She removed her arms from above her eyes and met Marnie's, now directly on top of her, watching her. She blushed. "I… Marnie, I—"

Marnie caressed her cheek and kissed her forehead. "I forgot a spot." She kissed her on the head, on the cheek, gingerly showing her affection. Her hand sneaked down her cheek to her arm, to her waist to her most excited place, coiling around its shape, grasping it dearly.

Gloria's breathing hitched. She couldn't say a word, especially when Marnie's hand began sliding up and down. She nestled her face into Gloria's shoulder, watching her work from above. "Stunning. More than anyone else."

Gloria's ears went red. The breathing in her ear, the stimulation below. The closeness of it all. She arched her neck and inhaled. "Not without you. I need you, Marnie."

Marnie's face flushed, heat overtaking her from ear to ear. "I need you too." She took ahold of Gloria's hand, then, slowly guided it to her own secret area. "Let's do it together."

Gloria nodded. "Okay." Her fingers first traced the outline of Marnie's spot, mapping it shape in her mind. They then brushed against her clit before navigating their way into the folds.

Marnie bit her lip, an airy gasp barraging Gloria's ear. Her own hand returned to its place, feeling her lover's heat in her palms. Gripping it tightly, stroking it, listening to Gloria's own moans next to her, infatuated all over again. They both soon tensed, holding each other closely with their free hands and reaching their climax together.

A kiss. Two. Too many to count. As many as they could muster. Repeating their names aloud just to hear the morphemes which represented them.

Marnie mounted her girl, her legs straddling Gloria's. She was shaky, but found resolve in her girlfriend's destitution. With her hand, she guided Gloria's erection into her, sighing when it was all the way inside. It felt so different from when Gloria was on top. Looser, like it could fall out at any time.

Marnie's arms pushed her up and down, furthering their development. She moaned, hair falling into her squinting face. Gloria watched her from below, enraptured with the visage of her favorite girl. Overwhelmed with just how attracted she was to her beauty, all of which seemed so much more graceful despite their animalistic engagement. Honest, maybe. Genuine. Naked. She held one of Marnie's hands, unabated by her tight grip, even as it began to hurt.

On a rainy afternoon, Marnie mourned the gray sky while wrapping herself in her apartment's curtains. "It's not letting up at all."

"Guess we'll have to cancel our plans with Sonia then, huh?"

"Shame. I know you were looking forward to it."

"It's fine. We can just relax for the day."

Marnie glanced back. Gloria was lying on her bed, staring intently at the ceiling. "What're you thinking about?"

Gloria closed her eyes. "It's peaceful here with you. I'm almost relieved I get to stay a little longer."

Marnie blushed. She closed the curtains and crawled next to Gloria on her bed, brushing soft strands of her hair through her fingers. "Should we do something?"

Gloria languidly shook her head. "I don't think we need to. I think we should just…." And like that, she drifted off to sleep. Marnie kissed her on the temple before cuddling up against her. The two slept until night together.

The next morning, Marnie clutched the sheets while curling her toes. Gloria was between her legs, licking her, sucking on her clit. Both were still in their pajamas, hair unkempt, make-up off, but none of that mattered. Not now.

Marnie's moans reached a fever pitch and her body stiffened before gradually slinking into the pillows. Her eyes fluttered. "You're too good at this, babe."

Gloria licked her fingers clean. "Please, praise me more."

Marnie giggled. "Come here."

Gloria crawled into open arms, letting her head rest in her girlfriend's clothed bosom. "It's so much brighter out today."

"I wish it'd rain again. I don't wanna get up."

Gloria playfully knocked Marnie on the shoulder, eliciting a smile from the punk. "I spoil you too much."

"Not enough if you ask me."

"That so?"

"That's so."

Gloria took a deep breath. "Will you spoil me then?"

Marnie eyed her girlfriend's ruffled head. "Of course."

"I want to feel it too," she said. "What you feel."

"How so?"

"Like a girl." She looked up a Marnie. "Is that… weird?"

Marnie held her gaze. "No. I understand." She lifted herself, elevating Gloria in the process. The girl was then pushed onto the bed and flipped around so that Marnie could position herself just as Gloria had been earlier. She examined her girlfriend with the interest of a biologist, feeling less horny than she was determined to understand the specimen before her.

Gloria glanced off to the side. "Please. Don't stare. It's a little…."

Marnie blew on the space before her. "I think it's pretty."

A blush, then acquiescence. "Be gentle."

"Of course." Marnie stuck out her tongue. Gloria jumped. A finger there. Her tongue higher. Heavy breathing and moaning. Tightly gripped covers. A sensation that began in one spot yet radiated outwards. Everywhere. Her head. Her toes. Her cock.

"Marnie! Please! It's too much! Marnie!"

Her girlfriend continued.

"It's weird! It's too weird!"

Marnie's hand took Gloria's. Her grip was tight. Painfully so, but she endured it, because through all the moaning, panting, and uncertainty, she wanted Gloria to understand it too.

Another day, they sat across one another in the bathtub. Legs bent, arms wrapped around them, talking about whatever they happened to be talking about. Amicably and comfortable.

They washed each other's backs and brushed their hair. Gloria tied Marnie's ribbons while she did her make-up. Deciding on outfits together and brushing their teeth. A kiss goodbye and they were off on their separate destinations for the day. They would return the same way, with a smile and a kiss before eating, watching TV, and heading to bed for the night.

On Gloria's couch, the two laid atop one another, bodies directed in opposite vectors. Marnie on top, kissing Gloria's cock, and Gloria beneath her, licking a similar region of the punk's. A new technique the latter had discovered online. She had rushed to get home that day to try it with the one person in the world she trusted.

A typhoon. Everyone stayed in doors.

"Are you sure about this?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Gloria mounted her girlfriend, who lay flat on her stomach, a blindfold adorning her face. She held Marnie by the hip, her other hand guiding her member. "I'm going now, okay?"

Marnie nodded. Gloria then pushed into her slowly and gently. The punk inhaled deeply before allowing a light hum to whistle from her lips.

When they had adapted to their new position Gloria began thrusting proper. Both panted from fatigue and pleasure, letting loose their voices with no hint of shame or embarrassment. Only a longing to hear and to feel each other.

"Marnie…! I'm getting close…!"

"Me too..! I'm..!"

Marnie squeezed the sheets in her hands and shuddered. Gloria leaned forward, biting her lip as her muscles went limp. They rested in place, soon regaining their breaths.

"Marnie."

"Hmm?"

"I love you."

The girl removed her blindfold and took Gloria's hand. "I love you too."

Gloria leaned forward and kissed her. A long kiss for a long night.

The following day, the two walked side by side across the shore, water from every other tide washing over their feet. Listening to the Wingull's call as if flocking in a feather with its family. A long day of flying dawning as the sun sank behind the horizon. Storm ended. Nature idle.

Her sandals hanging from her fingers, Gloria stopped to watch the sun. Marnie stopped a few steps ahead, hands in her jacket pocket. The glow of the evening's orange seemed to envelope her girlfriend as she admired her from behind. A gentle glow for a gentle, loving girl.

"We should come here again tomorrow."

Marnie nodded. "That'll be nice."

Gloria pushed a tress behind her ear. "Yeah."

Marnie took her hand in her own, nudging their arms together. "Ready to head home?"

Gloria squeezed her girlfriend's hand and nodded. They resumed their stroll, quietly absorbing the world around them. Traveling days halted, but their adventure just beginning.