Opening Note:

Trigger Warnings: Non-consensual, Sexual Molestation, Somnophilia (kind of), and Lolicon (depends on your definition of lolicon. No one is prepubescent, but this chapter still might trigger some people.).

Also, while not exactly a trigger, I'll just say this: if you have a small cock fetish, this chapter will make you really happy. If you don't like small dicked futa monster-girls, move along.

With that, I hope you enjoy this slab of delicious sacrilege!

POV Juniper: Underneath the Lab Coat

The relative quiet of the cave twisted my bones with frustration. Left alone, only the rhythmic breathing of the sleeping girl penetrated the air, like wisps seducing my ears and enticing my eyes to drink her vulnerable form.

Perhaps I shouldn't have put up such a responsible facade over the past twenty-four hours. I wanted to be a rock for the others; I couldn't show weakness. They might feel even worse about our predicament if they witnessed their mentor being rattled by all this insanity or giving in to the carnality that tempted us at every moment. But keeping up my act merely whittled my willpower faster. I wasn't even doing a good job of it: try as I did to be quiet, the pleasure Abigail submitted me to last night was too great to suppress, and the lewd noises she extracted managed to drive poor Bianca out of the cave. Cheren surely heard me, too, and I him: the swapping of spit, the squelches of Blaze sucking his cock, the paced breaths laced with discomfort and relish while she took him from behind. Even Hilda knew now and she was the last of the three whom I wanted to uncover my guilty secret – or 'not-so secret', as it was.

Despite this, I kept appearances. It was easier to pretend it never happened and, beyond Hilda's impish snivy, the others seemed just as willing to do the same. However, now I was no longer sure how wise of a decision that was. Bianca regarded me with such coldness when she assisted me with the unconscious girl and it was apparent that I had lost the trust and respect she had once shown me. And now I was growing distrustful of myself as I discovered my hand groping over the small breasts of the sleeping girl.

I was ashamed for thinking her so lovely. So petite and nubile, she must have stood more than a head below me, and the tightness of her black tube top left nothing of her lithe figure to my imagination. As I moved my touch from her breasts to her arm, I experienced the smoothness of her fair skin – tender and lissome as my fingers trailed from her shoulder to the velvety underside of her forearm. The more I tended to her, the more enchanted I became, and soon I imagined stripping her of her boots and the puffy yellow pants she wore; my desirous curiosity beckoning me to expose every inch of her suppleness. Though the starlies who almost captured her surely did so to fulfill their sexual appetites, I found no evidence she had been violated – no torn or desecrated articles of clothing. Perhaps they were waiting to take her to their den before they indulged; and perhaps I should be the one to….

Realizing my fingers were tugging at the fringe of her pants, I recoiled and stood up, removing myself from the girl's vicinity to the deepest end of the cave. Shallow as its depths were, it put some distance between us. Her body still called to me, though, clearly visible as it rested within the morning light that permeated the arena.

Horrified with my lack of self-control as I was, I couldn't place the entirety of the blame on the current crisis. Though my desires had undoubtedly intensified because of the strange sexuality infusing and transforming the world as I knew it, inappropriate attractions like the one I experienced now were not entirely new. They had almost cost me my career when Fennel caught me bent over my desk with the tongue of one of my pupils burrowed into my pussy. The frightened girl escaped the room faster than a ninjask lit ablaze and Fennel was on the verge of notifying her parents before all my crying, pleading and groveling dissuaded her.

I'm still surprised Fennel and I lasted as long as we did, after that.

Despite the disaster that was our eventual split, I never acted on those wants again. It was more challenging than I would have cared to admit: being a woman of some status and fame, I've attracted a degree of veneration, especially among the impressionable teenagers I mentored. Sometimes that veneration transformed into something more, as it had done with Hilda.

The clumsy attraction of teenagers was always easy for me to spot. I smiled inwardly whenever I caught Hilda ogling me and when her face would flush after handing her some innocent compliment. Those compliments eventually lost their innocence, however, and soon I made a game of making Hilda's cheeks turn red. On a few occasions - usually after an intense day of research when my inhibitions were loosened – I intentionally tried to solicit Hilda's arousal: whether it be by way of bending over as I reached for a paper I 'accidentally' dropped, wearing a notably low-cut shirt to a one-on-one instructional session, or touching her thigh with a caress that teetered on the boundaries of friendly and suggestive, all the while wearing an innocuous smile and an air of oblivious professionalism.

Maybe it was wrong – toying with Hilda as I did never left me with a clear conscious and most of my reasons for mentoring her were noble and out of genuine care. But in those moments when my lust got the better of me, my little games allowed me to blow off steam that might otherwise threaten to exploit Hilda's attraction for me in other, more unethical ways.

But here there was no Hilda to tease, and even if there was, the desire to take advantage of this defenseless girl proved so discomforting that restraining it almost drove me to tears. I had to do something fast, else I would engage in an action I would later regret.

Masturbation wouldn't suffice – my body demanded the intimacy of another – and as I anxiously ran my fingers through my hair to spur on my thoughts, the visage of the starly I had just captured manifested in my head.

Without hesitation, I reached for her pokeball and drew it out of my lab coat, nearly summoning her on the spot before the last remnants of my caution forced me to a pause. The others might be back at any moment, and although Hilda had seemed to succeed in taming her wild starly, who's to say mine would react in the same way? Although kept from the public, it was common knowledge among researchers that pokeballs manipulated the psyches of pokemon. The Silph Company would never admit to it (I could only imagine the backslash) and while most pokemon did desire to be trained and loved by a capable trainer, we more than suspected that pokeballs brainwashed pokemon so that they would better serve the trainers who caught them, at least to a degree. Perhaps these new anthropomorphized pokemon would respond to capture the same way; for the most part, Abigail and the starters seemed to have our best interests at heart. But they were captured before everything went to hell and it was possible the pokeball's mental manipulations would lead to consequences I couldn't foresee.

An uprising of lust washed through my veins and alleviated me of any second thoughts. Whatever the outcome might be, I was willing to bare it – trying to weigh consequences was no longer a possible task in my state. I summoned the starly and, after a burst of light flashed in the shape of her form, she materialized before me.

The chaos of her moment of capture had me forget the smallness of her stature. She appeared slightly shorter than Hilda's starly, and certainly shorter than the girl who continued to sleep. Her breasts were perky and modest, adorned by pleasant pink nipples – hard and begging for fingers to pinch them – and the curvature of her hips completed a slender hour-glass shape that shortened my breath. The jet black feathers dressing her wings matched the color of her long, wispy hair, and her eyes were amber, almost glowing with hunger as they leered back at me with the same yearning I must have regarded her with. Most provocative, between her legs rose an adorable, little girl-cock – powder white like the rest of her skin and beckoning my lips to pucker around it and slurp it up.

I smiled at her and drew a step closer. She looked so cute and delicate, yet brimming with base sexuality. And familiar - the cute simplicity of her facial features reminded of someone…the seduced pupil who Fennel had caught me with a decade or so ago.

"Sophie," was her name. "That's what I'll call you."

As we stood gazing at one another, I began to undo the buttons of my lab coat, one by one, until it drifted to the floor, joined quickly by my panties which I also slipped off. My encounter with the watchog (now my watchog) bereft me of most of my clothes and made undressing a simple matter, a fact appreciated by Sophie, who wasted no time in taking my breasts in her soft, feathery grasps. In the smallness of her hands, my large tits seemed even more generous and as I watched her tugging, squeezing, and smothering them with eagerness, I cradled the back of her head and brought her lips to one of my nipples – puffy and sensitive with arousal.

Unskillful as her affections were, her primal zeal more than compensated. So forceful and ravenous were her sucks, kisses, and flicks of her tongue, that she nearly rammed my back into the rock wall behind me as she indulged. Her little hands continued to get lost massaging my breasts and the wet slurps, sucks, and laps of her lusty tongue echoed through the walls of the cavern. While being forced into the hard wall bruised my shoulder blades, her aggression excited me to new heights, and I moaned and gasped as I nourished her sexual appetite.

Withdrawing her lips with a lewd 'pop', she repositioned her head and devoured my other nipple in her mouth. She tended to me with even greater vigor now and her lips greedily sucked at my nipple as if she were extracting milk from it. With the back of her head still cradled by my hands, I started to stroke my fingers through her hair, which solicited her amber eyes to turn up and meet my stare, glazed by her unadulterated passion.

"So good," I cooed. Though her eyes received me with attentiveness and want, my utterance did not distract her lips from their puckering and slurping, nor did it deter her hands from their thorough molestations.

"You're sucking mommy's tits so nice – what a horny little girl you are."

Although Sophie seemed unaffected by my role-playing, the fantasy brought me to a shudder and magnified the pleasure she so readily submitted me to. I craved more, and drifting my hands to her slender waist, I gently guided her to switch positions. Now Sophie's back pressed against the cave's hard wall and, with some effort, I withdrew my nipple out of her mouth and knelt before her, until my gaze leveled with her cute cock.

It twitched under my scrutiny and her eagerness tried to force it inside me, grabbing each side of my head as she smothered it against my sealed lips. The heat of its desire tinged like spice and the slippery pre smearing against my skin almost spellbound me to abandon my game and pucker my mouth around it. But somehow I managed to resist and stave off Sophie's attempts by grabbing the smoothness of her thighs and pressing her firmly against the wall.

"Naughty girl! Is that how you treat your mommy?" I scolded while trying to battle the smile that threatened to compromise my act. Thinking I was upset, Sophie mewled apologetically, although her hips still tried to buck themselves free of my clutches.

"If you want mommy to suck your little cock, you have to say my name. You can speak, can't you? Say 'Mommy'."

Sophie pouted as she stared at me - frustration shooting from her eyes - but I maintained my stern demeanor and did not flinch under her disappointment. Believing I would not back down, she relented another mewl before trying to move her lips to pronounce the words. A few unintelligible sounds came out, but she made impressive progress. Uttering her first 'Ma' encouraged her and after a few more attempts, she advanced to 'Mom' and finally….

"Mommy."

My lips curled into a smile and, to reward her, I crept my fingers to stroke and tug at her shaft.

"Good girl. I knew you could do it. Mommy's so proud of you." Her shaft twitched underneath my caresses, seeping out pre which I used to lubricate my strokes. "Do you want mommy to suck your horny little cock now? Call me mommy again, if you do."

"Mommy," she cooed, as she rocked her hips against my hand, assisting in sliding her member through my grasp.

"Very good," I said, eyes lingering back at her half-lidded gaze as I leaned forward and puckered my lips over the flare of her head.

In a needy thrust, she slipped the whole of her prick into my mouth, forcing my lips to kiss her base. It fit so nicely and the entire length of my tongue was able to roll circles around its heat, slathering it with sticky saliva. With the assistance of a strap-on, I had given head to Fennel on multiple occasions, but this was my first time sucking a real cock and my prior experiences paled in comparison. The way it swelled in my mouth, the tingle of its warmth – it tasted of raw sexuality, not silicone, and its size made it far easier to please than the grandiose fake shafts my ex tried to shove into me. Knowing that with every suck and pucker I grew closer to earning a volley of cum down my throat, a deeper satisfaction derived from the moans and gasps I extracted from Sophie, and my fingers slid between my lips to play with my clit as thoughts of tasting her seed sent stimulations that inflamed the lips of my cunny.

As my fingers spread and stroked over my lips and rubbed my peeking nub, my suckles became wilder and invigorated. My tongue rolled and flickered along the underside of Sophie's cock as I slurped nosily away, making sounds that would make a whore blush. From the ways her legs quavered, Sophie teetered on the brink of release, and I felt her feathered hands dig into my hair as she pounded my mouth with violence. Face-fucking me, my head was stopped from its bobbing as Sophie used my mouth like a pussy, spearing her little cock in and out between my lips. With her climax so close, I penetrated two fingers between my folds and began to fuck myself in sync with her thrusts, conjuring the buzzing sensations careening through my body to vibrate harder and harder.

With a powerful buck, Sophie pressed my lips against the base of her cock as she unloaded herself into me. Her petite member belied the power of her orgasm as cum rolled like tides down my throat, sputtering against my tongue. It tasted briny and erotic: I relished it, and my eyes winced as I lapped my tongue over her still surging urethra, painting my taste buds with every new splatter.

As her climax trickled to an ooze, the hands gripping my hair relaxed and I withdrew her cock from the pleasure of my lips. Slipping my fingers from my pussy, I knelt upright and drooled a pool of cum onto my breasts, using my hands to slather my tits with the voluminous, thick liquid – bathing every pore of my pliable globes with Sophie's seed.

"What a mess you made," I purred, cupping my breasts in my hands and leaning forward as I engulfed the still dribbling cock between my cum glossed breasts. "You covered all of mommy's fat breasts with your girl cum. Who knew you could make such a mess with this itty-bitty little cock of yours?"

I smiled at Sophie as I massaged my breasts up and down her cock, a lust drunk smile halfway brought upon by the ridiculous manner of my speech. I sounded worse than a porn starlet, but I loved every minute of it. Never had I expressed my sexuality with such shamelessness, and fucking a nubile girl while pretending her my daughter was a fantasy I had always been too insecure to role-play – even during the more adulterous years of my life.

While I continued to gaze into Sophie's hazy eyes as I resuscitated her softening cock back to life, every now and then I would glance at the blonde girl. My caution and morality obliterated, in that moment I cared not whether any of the others discovered me now, and my newly nurtured desire secretly wished for the girl to suddenly stir awake and catch me in the act. At first I thought my tainted mind was playing tricks on me, but as I continued to steal glimpses I noted that her nipples were hardened and poking out against the confines of her tight tube top. My curiosity roused, I suddenly remembered that her head, now turned to me, previously faced the opposite direction, and that her chest did not rise and fall so violently as it did now.

Very curious.

I silently thanked my powers of observation and directed my full attention back to Sophie. Her jaw was slackened and her knees buckled under the spell of my titfuck, bending slowly while her back gradually lulled against the stone wall. Though my breasts swallowed her cock to the point of invisibility, I knew it had revived as its stoutness pressed firmly against my kneading pillows, easily working her cock from the natural lube afforded by her own orgasm. Apparently Sophie recovered quickly and based on the rising moans and the gentle thrusts of her hips as I worked along her cock, she would not last much longer. However, I had other plans and with a final squeeze of my breasts I stood up and firmly gripped Sophie's little cock.

"Follow me," I whispered into her ear.

"Mommy?" murmured Sophie, regarding me with a quizzical expression before yelping as I tugged her cock in the direction of the sleeping girl.

Leading Sophie by her prick, I walked to the girl's side and loomed over her, contemplating my next action. Though she remained relatively still, I noticed a slight jump in her chest as I approached. Her eyes also strained subtly, as if they had been open slightly and then shut. Even though she did an admirable job of hiding it, I knew she was awake; what I wasn't so sure of was whether or not she was aroused by the eroticism she had since witnessed.

Her pert nipples still poking hard from underneath her top told me she liked what she saw and my lascivious state of mind reasoned that was enough for me – any residues from my initial reluctance casually brushed aside. Besides, she could 'wake up' whenever she wanted to, the tantalizing visions of playing with the girl while she feigned sleep would not allow me to stop, not after catching her spying on our fun.

"This is the girl you tried to capture, hm? She's so pretty. What kind of things would you have done to her if Mommy didn't find you?"

Sophie's cock jumped in my hand at these words, her eyes turning from me to gaze hungrily at the girl's lithe body. The heaving of her chest had steadily increased since we sauntered over but, still, she maintained her act.

"Do you think she's really sleeping?"

Sophie peered over the girl with her keen eyes, noting each motion over body before turning back to me and shaking her head.

"Say 'no'. You can do it."

After some effort, Sophie uttered a shaky, "No."

"Good girl. I'm not so certain though. Look how still she's lying. It's really only her chest that's heaving up and down so fast. Her nipples are peeking hard, too – maybe she's just having a naughty dream?"

While I spoke, the girl's cheeks flushed red and I caught faint quivers begin to rattle her lips. I smiled upon her reaction and walked nearer to her head, stooping to my knees as I guided Sophie down to rest on the opposite side of her.

"Look at her lips. They're so alluring – full and pouty, just like a doll's. Do you think it would be wrong of me to steal a kiss while she's sleeping?" As I brought my lips closer to the girl's, I could almost feel the heat emanating from her rose-colored cheeks, until I finally met her in a long, deep kiss. One hand slid underneath her head to cradle it, propping it up while my other hand stroked the tender skin of her cheek. Thinking about the indecency of my actions only propelled my lewd cravings, conjuring a sultry moan to shudder down the girl's elegant neck.

Finally breaking from the kiss, I shimmied forward and rested the back of the girl's head on my lap while I brushed aside the bangs poking out from underneath her red turban. Sophie's cock practically trembled, eyeing the girl as her doll-like features beckoned her closer and closer, till her little cock slid across my thigh to poke at the girl's cheek, leaving dollops of pre on her skin. The heaves of her little breasts became faster yet, and the lids of her eyes began to flicker upon being so wantonly prodded, but whether it was out of fear, confusion, or, perhaps, depraved lust, she continued to pretend sleeping.

"You want to kiss her too? Here, let Mommy help." Tilting the girl's head to the side, I guided her lips to align with the head of Sophie's shaft. "She can kiss you right there."

With the girl's lips now pressed against her cockhead, Sophie plunged forward and forced her length into the girl's mouth. Her thrusts were eager and aggressive, paying no heed to gentleness. As she pistoned her cock in and out of her mouth, I felt the muscles of the girl's neck tense, and the oxygen forced through her nose breathed with rapidity and desperation.

"Does she feel good, Sophie?" Sophie didn't respond, her stare fixed on the in and out motions of her shaft. "She looks even cuter with your cock in her mouth, like a little girl sucking on her lolly."

As Sophie pumped away, my free hand reached down the length of her body and snaked underneath the rim of her pants, slipping past the protection of her panties to fondle over cunt. It burned with damp warmth and my two fingers easily slicked between her folds, wet and slippery as they were.

"She's so wet," I cooed, leaning closer to the girl's ear. "She must be having a terribly lewd dream."

At those words, the girl was no longer able to keep her body still. While her eyes remained tightly shut, her back arched with each penetration of my fingers and one of her hands grabbed my wrist, not to stop me, but to push me further, deeper into her tight pussy. Her lips, once motionless as Sophie took her mouth, now pursed around the shaft, soliciting approving moans and coos to drip from her assailer. And soon even her hips began to grind against the fingers fucking her cunny, rhythmically bucking with every new incursion.

A slave to our violations, I nearly came from watching her descent into depravity, and with a deep, deliberate stroke along the ceiling of her pussy, her walls clamped around me as I felt a discharge of girl-cum roil between my fingers. Sophie pressed the base of her shaft firmly against the girl's lips as her body started to jitter while audible moans and crude garbles resounded from the mouth she stuffed. Both girls came simultaneously while I watched as carnal waves gripped and spasmed over their youthful figures.

With a dreamy sigh, Sophie receded from the girl's lips, unleashing a small gush of cum to spill from her slightly parted mouth. The girl's orgasm continued to drive shudders through her body, but once it subsided, I withdrew my fingers from her snatch, giving a teasing rub to her peeking clit before removing my hand from her pants. Her grip still clutched at my wrist while hard, damp breaths beat from her mouth. Carefully freeing my wrist of her hold, I used my fingers to wipe off some of the sperm that had streamed down her cheek, scooping it up and cleaning it off with my tongue.

After sucking off all Sophie's cum from my fingers, I guided the back of the girl's head to rest against the floor and shoved Sophie away with a gentle push of my hand.

"I hope you don't think you're finished yet, Sophie. Mommy's pussy still needs to be fucked."

I made a show of straddling the girl's face, deliberately grinding my pussy against the bridge of her nose before crawling forward as my fingers took the edge of her pants and pulled them down over her knees, her panties in tow. I leaned further, lifting my pussy to hover above the girl's face while arching my back and poking out my round, shapely ass. I turned to see how Sophie was responding to my antics, but the lewd thing already moved behind me and out of view. I felt the softness of her feathered hands grip my hips while her cock slid between the crease of my apple bottom, squeezing my cheeks as she rubbed her hardening length against my rim.

"Do you want to fuck mommy's ass instead?" I breathed, my voice quavering from the tingles her cock extracted as it massaged against my hole.

Arching my back deeper, I further accentuated my ass as I pressed firmly against Sophie's little prick. My lips loomed above the girl's exposed pussy now: puffy, dainty, and glistening with discharge. I burrowed my nose between her folds, inhaling her intoxicating arousal before replacing it with my tongue as I began to lap away. Her hips trembled under me and my erotic affections solicited her to bend her knees and squeeze my head between her thighs, fixing it in place while compelling my tongue to snake deeper into her slit. The licks and rolls of my tongue intensified. I felt the girl's hot breath beating against my pussy, which hovered above her mouth as Sophie continued to fondle and tease my ass.

I breathed a gasp against the girl's folds as Sophie finally plunged into me, slipping in by aid of the sweat sheening our bodies and the fresh layer of saliva still sticking to her cock. Despite its modesty, the arousal that boiled under my skin made every inch her length plundered feel like a shot of euphoria. Each thrust sent quivers rattling down my thighs and increased the pace of my lapping tongue, as if slurping every last dribble of the girl's cunny juice would keep me from going insane.

Taking me with escalating aggression, Sophie slapped her waist against my ass as she hilted me over and over again. The claps of skin colliding with skin sounded through the area, joining with the slurps of my greedy tongue. The pace of the girl's breaths quickened by the second, becoming sharper and more violent each time I tasted her pussy, and the heat of her damp heaves for air coaxed my hand to reach behind me and penetrate her lips. She gasped into my fingers as they violated her mouth, exploring the slickness of her tongue and running digits along her gums. The heat of her breath engulfed my skin like humid, summer air, and soon my saliva soaked fingers exited her and rose to the folds of my cunny.

Slipping in three fingers to fill my cunt, I sensed myself approaching orgasm – like scratching nails edging nearer and nearer to an unholy itch. My senses heightened as everything became more intense and poignant: the tangy taste of the girl's pussy, Sophie's nails digging into my skin, her cock gliding against my prostate, the fusion of moisture and heat that seethed from my pussy. I sensed the girl was close too: her thighs clamped harder against the sides of my head and she started to lift her ass off the ground, pressing her cunny harder against my mouth in a silent plea for more and more pleasure. We were going to climax together and the anticipation sent tremors along my skin, launching me into my longed for release.

The ecstasy I experienced swarmed me with such passion that I collapsed on the girl's body, my breasts smothering against her stomach as my shaking knees struggled to keep upright. Sophie's strong grip stayed my hips from descending into a fit of contractions as she slammed into me, filling my ass with a deluge of hot, sweltering seed. The walls of my cunt gripped my fingers so tightly that they forced them out, squirting a trickle of discharge that splattered against the girl's face. I grew envious of the moans tumbling from her lips: the violent shakes of her body told me she had reached release as well, but my own orgasm rendered me speechless, and the girl shoved her pussy hard against my mouth as if to symbolize my silence. Despite my euphoric discomfort, my tongue continued to fuck her spasming pussy with fury, making all manner of ungodly noises as I delved her deeper into bliss. The orgasm seemed to possess me for an eternity, tensing my muscles and threatening my consciousness, but in a wash of mercy, it surrendered, delivering me to a calming high that lulled my body to rest.

As Sophie pulled out, I heard a dull thud and guessed that she had collapsed to the floor. I had worked her to exhaustion and was surprised at the copious amount of spunk she managed to unleash, it being her third climax in the span of minutes. The cum drizzled from my ass to the line of my slit, dribbling onto the girl's face and joining with the residues of my orgasm as it dripped from my inflamed nub. Her thighs relaxed as her legs lied flat against the floor, allowing me to lazily remove myself from off her body.

Seated on the earth and recovering my breath, I gazed over the bodies of the two others. Sophie lied with her back propped against the cave wall, taking deep, long breaths while the girl lied admirably still, breathing at an easing pace. The remnants of my and Sophie's orgasms covered her face, yet she did not wipe them away, and now I questioned whether she had truly succumbed to sleep or not.

The treacherous haze of my lust started to defog and I immediately began to feel guilty for what I had done. I had lost control, transformed into an almost cartoonish entity of eroticism. Playing over the things I had said and the shamelessness of my actions, I felt embarrassed, then guilty, as I realized that I had done exactly what I had tried to prevent myself from doing to the girl. I treated her like a sex-doll, and though she appeared to enjoy the way I took advantage of her, I knew the unrepentant carnality that seemed to infuse everyone had likely assisted in her enjoyment.

Standing up, I dressed myself back in my lab coat and panties before kneeling by the girl again, this time to clean the mess I had left her in. I pulled her pants back up and, using my sleeve, cleaned the lewd fluids from her face as gently as I could, my eyes lingering on her sleeping countenance even after I had finished.

The lids of her eyes fluttered open.

My heart skipped.

"Who are you?" she asked.

"Aurea Juniper." The words came purely out of instinct. I had not expected her to wake up so suddenly and the innocent look of her bright blue eyes made me squirm underneath my skin.

"What am I doing here? What happened to those stupid bird brains?"

"Er…"

"Are you okay? You look like someone just installed a furnace in each of your cheeks."

"I-I was just surprised. I thought you were knocked out cold."

The girl took her time responding, studying me while I descended deeper into my discomfort.

"My name's Relm," she said, relieving me from the silence. "You look kind of familiar. You're not that big, hot shot professor from Nuvema, are ya?"

"I, well, yes – that would be me."

"Cool!" The girl smiled, shooting upright in her seat. "Who knew I'd meet a real-life celebrity with everything so crazy going on? I live in Accumula and I heard you do mentorships. My grandpa said he'd let me contact you about it in another year so, when I'd almost be old enough to go on a pokemon journey."

"I see," I said with a gulp. "Well, I'm very flattered…wait, you said you were from Accumula?"

"Mmhm."

"That's where we're headed to."

"We're? Whose we're? You gotta fill me in here – once those bird people swooped down on me, I kind of conked out."

I explained everything to Relm, from the watchog to Nuvema to the events of this morning.

"Don't be alarmed, but one of the starlies is resting by the wall behind you. Like I said, we already captured them all, so they won't pose a danger to you any longer."

Relm turned around to spy Sophie, who now curled herself up against the floor. Her eyes were half open as she watched us, but even that looked like it was a struggle for her, tuckered out as she was. Upon seeing her, Relm didn't respond like she had when the sight of Hilda's starly made her pass out. Instead, she regarded Sophie casually, almost as if she already knew she was there.

"Well, as long as they know to keep their hands off me now, that's all that matters," she said, facing me again. "We got hit pretty hard at Accumula too, but the town was putting up a good fight, last I remembered. Grandpa, Smeargy – that's the name of the smeargle that Grandpa gave me – and I hid in our house during the attack. A lot of the houses were raided, I think, but Grandpa's pretty smart – he did some things to keep our house from getting attacked."

"Some things?"

"Yep, yep! He's a magician, so he used magic. I can't tell you any more than that though, it's a secret."

I nodded, although I had a hard time imagining what a mere stage magician could do to counter an onslaught of lecherous pokemon.

"He can't keep using his magic forever though, so soon we had to figure out a way to escape. We got a radio signal that urged everyone to find a way to the pokecenter. We were on our way there when those starlies attacked – that's all I remember." Relm paused and drooped her head, slightly. "I hope they're okay…"

Despite Relm's obvious concern for her loved ones, I couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of hope upon receiving her news. There was a sanctuary for us in Accumula, now we just had to get there.

"This is great news and I promise the others and I will get you back home, safely. Don't you worry."

"Thanks professor. I don't know where I would be if you and your friends hadn't spotted me. I'm happy I was scooped up by such nice people."

"R-right," I stammered, guilt creeping into me again. "Well, it was mostly Hilda's and Lilith's doing. They're the ones who really saved you – not me."

"Hm? In that case, I need to remember to pay them extra special thanks. But you shouldn't be so modest – you helped too! Give yourself some credit."

"Sure," I muttered, my voice trailing off. "Relm…"

"Hm?"

"About what happened before you 'woke up'…. Even if you liked it, it was still wrong. I could blame it on all the crazy changes that are happening, and though I can say I wouldn't have done it if I were in my right mind, I'm still responsible for my actions. I'm truly sorry."

"Wh-what are you talking about?" Relm's cheeks colored with red and the right corner of her lips started to twitch in a sort of nervous tick. "You're weird. How should I know what you're talking about if I was asleep?"

I said nothing as I watched her shift uncomfortably before my gaze.

The melodic ringtone of my Xtransceiver sang through the cave, startling both Relm and me before I pushed away my sleeve to see who called.

It was Bianca.

"Oh, awesome! I didn't know you had one of those. Do you think we could try to call my grandpa after this?"

An unsettling feeling churned in my stomach upon seeing Bianca's name on the screen, and I ignored Relm's request as I quickly answered the call.

"Bianca?"

The screen did not show Bianca's face but a rumbling, unsteady depiction of the woods, as if the camera's owner was running through a forest.

"Professor!" I heard Bianca's voice call. "We need help! They've got Cheren! Hilda won't answer."

"Where are you?" I said, shooting to my feet and training a look on Sophie that immediately called her to attention.

"Just past all the flowers. I'm running to the cave but there are so many."

A growl sounded through the speaker as the camera stopped its jostling.

"Come quick," were the last things Bianca said before the screen blipped off.

End Note:

Fun fact: there is no other piece of fiction on this site that depicts Relm Arrowny in an act of eroticism.

So yes, I am the only twisted soul on AO3 who wrote Relm smut - while she's being molested in her pseudosleep by Professor Juniper and a small dicked harpy, no less.

Oh, fanfiction - you silly thing. I'm sure my ten-year-old self would be super proud of me right now.

ANYWAY! That was actually really fun! Kind of depraved, but also really fun!

If you don't enjoy the addition of characters outside the fandom, please let me know and I'll tone it down. Likewise, if you DO like it, let me know and I might be inclined to add in some more, every now and again. I also realize Relm is a pretty obscure character to write about, so expect future characters from other fandoms to possess a bit more notoriety.

I'm going to take a break from writing for a day or two to catch up on my studies, but expect me to be busy whipping up the next chapter soon. I doubt there's ever going to be a time where I post three new chapter on the same day again; regardless, I hope everyone enjoyed today's triple whammy (ha! that pun actually wasn't intentional).

As always, please comment and/or kudos if you've enjoyed. Or if I ruined your childhood.