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Chapter 5: More than one kind of Training
Alex woke slowly the next morning, caught between the uncomfortable ground waking him a bit faster, and the dream of a spectacular blow-job from his personal favorite actress, the curvaceous red-haired super-star Nadine Lovegood. Half-conscious, he rolled onto his back and shifted his hips, imagining the woman's head being tugged to the side momentarily in his dream. A stray conscious thought filtered into his dream while doing so. I must be lucid dreaming, I can feel her weight in my lap, and damn its good.
That weight had moved with him, and the woman in the dream put her thin fingers on his thighs, gently kneading the skin and muscle there while her head bobbed, looking up at him with her deep green eyes, full red lips curling into a smile even as they continued to smear lipstick onto his rod with increasing fervor.
"Don't stop," he murmured, hips starting to move on their own both in the dream and out, just gently.
As he became more awake, Alex knew he wouldn't finish before waking fully, so his right hand moved in, closing around his hard, trunk-like dick.
It didn't close all the way around, but the man wasn't yet aware enough to question the porno-like girth he'd suddenly gained, and the increased pressure made him gasp, hips rising off the ground as his pleasure peaked after just a few more bobs of Nadine's head. "Oh... oh ffuuuuuck," he groaned loudly.
As he came, Alex' eyes flew open in ecstasy, distracted by the aftershocks of pleasure while the actress' lips sucked the last bit of semen she could get from him as she pulled off, he couldn't quite reconcile the clear, azure sky surrounded by green pines, and what he'd expected to see, the ceiling of his bedroom.
As he relaxed back to the ground, his fat cock wriggled, and Nadine's dainty little hands started to tickle his thighs. "Stop it," he said with a laugh. The action finished the job of bringing him to full consciousness, leaving him laying still, aside from the heavy, rapid breathing and the idle twitching that continued to pump little globules onto the exposed flesh of his stomach, where a small pressure continued to knead at the sensitive spot between both legs and stomach.
"Wait a second..." He opened his eyes completely and lifted his head.
His sleeping bag was open, as he'd left it after using the restroom, and flipped half-way off. His shirt was lifted, and his shorts pulled down to bare his genitals, which, yes, did have a line of cum dribbling from the tip down onto his stomach.
Standing over him, pitcher lifted to the sky as it took a wobbly step off his leg, was a certain Bellsprout. "What... the fuck? Oh, man... I wish it was the dream... Elle's gonna kill me."
Her voice was quiet and even from just a few feet above his head when she spoke, "I don't know... I thought that was kinda hot, actually."
"E- Elle?"
"You've got a nice dick. Not that I can compare too much, but it's not bad at all."
He swallowed, then reached down to pull up his shorts, deciding in an instant that he didn't care if he was going to make a mess, he had to cover up. He didn't want to expose himself to an under-aged girl any longer than necessary, even if the courts and laws of the real world had become much more liberal about such things in the last century.
"Aww," he heard her say with a giggle, "and I was just starting to get really excited. Oh well, I guess you should get up. It's nearly nine."
Alex sat up quickly, fighting to push his blush down and failing completely. "Nine? Shit... can't believe I slept so long."
"Well, I've been up for about an hour," she shrugged, "even took a bit of a bath down at the stream. Too bad you missed it... even if you enjoyed yourself anyway. I think I'm gonna keep her name Gobbler, even if it means something else now."
He blinked as he stood up, "Her...?"
Elle grinned, pointing down at the Bellsprout next to him that had once again rooted in the dirt, "Her. I mean, I know she's a plant, but her 'Dex entry says it's a female version. So at least it's not a male sucking you off."
"Fuck you," Alex groaned as he stood up and started closing up his bag, "This is embarrassing enough without your jokes."
"I already said I wouldn't mind later," she shot once more, "but okay, I can be serious. I was doing some reading before Gobbler crawled into your shorts. Turns out the Pokégear interfaces with the Pokédex with HiStream tech, or something that mimics it in-game. Our 'Dexes both got some data from the Weedle and Caterpie before we captured them, like a picture. Thousands, really, since they were logging one every second or so, but only a few of the good ones got saved, and the AI seems to think 'good' involves either high-action, like in the middle of an attack, or when there's a central focus on just the one Pokémon involved."
"Okay," he replied, "What does that mean for us, really? Obviously, we're going to try to catch anything we see."
"Of course," Elle nodded, watching with interest as he shrugged off his now-sweaty shirt and bent into his pack to take out underwear and another pair of jeans, t-shirt, and socks, "but what if we see a Pokémon that another Trainer has? It'll still take that one, too, and at least give us a name if it's been 'identified' by anyone in the network, which as far as I can tell is anyone currently logged into the game."
"That's good to know," he nodded, "I'm gonna go wash up too. Can I trust you won't be peeking?"
"Nah," Elle grinned, gesturing at her interface menu to open it again as she sat down on his stone seat, "I got my fill of looking for now. I have a bit more to tell you, but go ahead. You do kind of stink now."
"Thanks," Alex muttered, turning away quickly and walking down the slope past their mostly-level camp.
True to her word, he couldn't find any sign of Elle trying to watch him as he gave himself a quick, cold sponge-bath himself, glad he'd purchased a travel-soap as well. She was even still reading intently when he returned to the camp, munching on a protein bar.
He caught the one she tossed his way deftly, and within ten minutes, they were on the move again, this time a bit faster since they'd left most of their gear behind. "Okay," she explained while they walked, both of their 'Gear glasses back on, following the tracks of one of the Grass-types that lived in the forest, "so Trainer battles are easy enough to initiate- we just have to say something along the lines of 'I want to Battle you.' I think 'Battle' is the key word, but there have to be some sort of modifiers, because 'fight' doesn't necessarily do it, even if the manual says it can.
"Battles, actual sanctioned Battles, are tracked by the game, too, and your record of win-loss-tie appears on your Trainer Card, and contributes to your overall level. Combat strength is the single biggest factor for most players, but it's tied for the Adult players, like us, with Prowess."
"I think I can guess what that is," Alex said, rolling his eyes and pointedly not looking back at his companion.
"Exactly," Elle giggled, still flipping down through the long text on her screen as she followed along a few paces behind him, "And the rules are basically as they have been forever. Starting distance is split in half, and each Pokémon starts near their trainer, a maximum stable of six but elite Trainers can add more. It doesn't say how to become 'elite', though. Any Pokémon you catch don't go to the Professor's Lab or the Storage System this time, but you can only have six on your belt, and if you do, none will activate in a Battle. You can keep all of the Pokémon with you, but you have to take a few minutes to sort them out if you want to change things up."
"Okay, that sounds fair."
"Anyway, each 'turn' in a Battle is ten seconds, no ifs, ands, or buts, from the time the Game AI announces 'Go'. The first Trainer to issue a command gets the first move, and all Pokémon in the game will follow the rules- first to act is based on the Pokémon's speed, yes, but also the Trainer's ability to call out a command. Of course, Pokémon are 'intelligent', so they can be trained not to need a command, too, though that takes time and actual, you know, training.
"Once a Pokémon is knocked out in some way aside from just being put to sleep with Hypnosis or whatever, it's out until it can be Revived with certain items or at the Pokémon Center, just like in every game since the beginning. Pokémon have HP- and so do Trainers. This is where things get interesting."
"How so? I mean, we're avatars in a game. It makes sense we can be attacked."
"Yeah," Elle grinned, looking up to hurry and match his pace, pointing down at her screen. "See, right here? We have HP, stats, and experience of our own. Our Battle Rank- basically our Level- goes up, just like a Pokémon's, when we gain a level, and so does our Prowess. It's a fixed amount, I think, but we're still only level two so it's hard to say for sure."
"Level two? I don't remember feeling any stronger or anything."
She shrugged, "We don't level as fast as our Pokémon. Your Cock is the highest in our group right now, since it took down as many of the Caterpie and Weedle as the rest combined. It got more experience from that. My G- my Starter helped, but it didn't get any KO's, and your Lickitung had the next most, since Vine Whip isn't very good against Bugs."
"Okay, that makes sense. So right now, if we were to fight, I'd pretty much have it in the bag?"
"I think so," Elle muttered, sounding displeased, "But I do have an ace up my sleeve- you still have no idea what my Starter is, you only know it can use Hypnosis."
"I don't know why you're keeping it a secret," Alex said, shaking his head, "But I wish you'd stop calling my Nidoran that, and maybe remind me to change its name."
"But I like Cock," she whispered, slapping his ass with a sharp gesture, then laughing as he jumped and shot a glare over his shoulder. "He's cute."
"Perverted girl," he growled, taking a few steps as fast as he could to get clear of another slap, "You aren't allowed to call me a Pervert any more."
"I will if I want," Elle shot back, "because it's true. Not saying I'm not, but hey, it takes one to know one, right? Anyway...
"I also took a look at the geography of the area. We don't have much, it's mostly grayed out. I think we can 'download' or 'buy' maps that will give us some more data, but I only have the road leading up to Pallet, most of Pallet, and the area west into the forest. Basically, anything we can see gets added, whether we're wearing the 'Gear or not, but the better we can see it, the clearer the map is. Our camp is very detailed, you can zoom in far enough to see blades of grass. See?"
She showed him, and this time Alex looked to find the camp, just as they'd left it including the upright Bellsprout still stuck in the ground, from directly overhead. A few more seconds up playing with the zoom and scroll functions showed themselves as well, from high above. "Huh. Handy."
She nodded, "Yeah. But, if the situation changes, it's going to gray out again. Landslides, or if someone steals our stuff, for example. That might be a clue something happened, but that's the best thing about it I think."
"Okay. So what about battling against wild Pokémon?"
"It's just like we saw- it's wild. The faster we can give commands, the faster the Pokémon can act on them, but we are a bit more open in what's allowed. Same with commands in bed."
Elle laughed as he stumbled, though at least this time he had the excuse of a tree root.
"In... in bed?"
"Well, yeah," she shrugged, stopping to let him catch his footing and reset his brain, "I mean, it's obvious, right? People are pervs everywhere, and you've already gotten a blow-job from Gobbler twice. Think about it, they can be used for sex too. Our Pokémon even have their own Prowess ratings. Right now, Gobbler's is the highest, but your two are right behind it since they fucked a lot the other night. Poor- my poor starter can't. Like, can't. It doesn't have any, a straight zero."
"It's... androgynous?"
She shrugged, "I guess. Or- you know what? Never mind. Come on, let's get going, I think the tracks are getting more fresh."
"How can you tell?" he wondered aloud.
She pointed, "The grass up there is moving."
"Oh."
A few seconds later, she was the one that stopped him with a hand across his body, as she reached for a ball, "Okay, Loki... I know you can affect this one. Hypnosis!"
The shimmering ball that still looked like nothing so much as a heat mirage shook over her shoulder, and an equally hard to see wave of energy flowed outward from it into the little nest of vibrant green grass.
"Okay, Hypnosis again- that didn't work!"
Alex grinned as the little bulb of an Oddish popped out of the ground, shedding dirt as the leaves waved, then turned toward them with an angry, mandrake-like face. This time, though, as it took a few steps toward them, her move worked, and it stumbled to fall face-first in the loam. "Yes! Okay, use Lick!"
He couldn't see it working, not really, but as the mirage shot out toward the creature in a waving line, he saw the saliva appear along the side of the bulb, watched as spittle and clumps of soil were thrown outward.
"That didn't do much. Lick again! Damn, you need better moves, Loki. Lick, Lick, Lick!"
On the third attack, the Oddish woke again, and charged once more. He watched as the 'Gear lit up with the name of its attack just as the energy began to flow from the shimmer in little globes of green light to impact and be taken into the Oddish' body. "That's Absorb- doesn't look like it did much to you," he reported to Elle, "But it healed a little. Your Lick is actually doing okay, it's just not a strong attack."
"Doesn't matter," she grinned, reaching for a Pokéball, "I've got this one in the bag!"
Only, her ball missed, clapping open against empty ground. "Damn it! Come on, stupid Pokéball! Catch it!"
The next, though, opened high over the Oddish's head. It fell to the ground, and a few seconds later, the shaking stopped.
"All right!"
"Good job," Alex told her, giving the excited girl's shoulder a squeeze, "My turn, it looks like. There's at least a few more in that clump. Alright, Nidoran, use Peck!"
His little purple Pokémon dashed forward in a straight charge, and a moment later he watched as the long horn on its head slammed into the earth, the agile creature flipping into a roll to land, skidding on four little feet that whirled around to prepare for another attack.
One that didn't come. "Uh... was that not a Pokémon?"
"No, it was," Elle gasped, opening her screen for more details, "It just knocked it out in one hit. Wow! Oh, that makes sense- Peck is a Flying move, so it hit really hard. Like with the Bugs yesterday."
"Ah," he grumbled, "Well... alright, Nidoran, come back over here for now. Lickitung, your turn."
His heavy, squat Normal-type hit the ground from its ball with an audible thump, tongue immediately lolling out to wrap against his arm, then releasing it to brush over Elle's leg. She shivered and jerked away, but this time it seemed satisfied.
"Hey, I think it's just saying hi," he realized, "Their eyes can't be very good, look how simple they are. I bet your Bellsprout's eyes are more advanced. Okay, Lickitung... see those grasses? Go Lick them!"
It lumbered over quickly, moving surprisingly fast for a creature of its relative shape, by bounding forward, lifting with its four feet and shoving with its tail, which was more than a foot thick at the base and full of powerful muscles. The heavy tongue lashed out once, twice, and three times as two of the Oddish jumped out, the uncontrolled attacks hitting two of them. A third struggled to do so, but his Lickitung's foot held it down. "Alright, one more Lick, then come half-way back."
As he'd hoped, the Lickitung did as he asked, though 'half-way' seemed a bit confusing, and it returned nearly to them before one of the Oddish recovered enough to send an Absorb its way.
He blinked as the Lickitung shuddered, seeming much more affected than the wispy substance, but he grinned anyway as he glanced up at the little, faint bar of light that represented the Oddish's 'Hit Points'. "Alright, time for my own Pokéball!"
His aim was true, and this time, it worked on the first try. "Okay, Lickitung- you can keep Licking! Focus on one, take it down!"
Unfortunately, it was wearing out fast, and he could tell, as now three more Oddish joined the fray, each of them using Absorb simultaneously.
"Okay, Loki," Elle ordered, "Use Lick, too, help thin them out!"
"Thanks, Elle," he muttered, "Lick! Lick again! … Okay, Lickitung, get out of there. Come on, hurry!"
It lumbered toward him, looking pained, and he was horrified to see great welts and boils, large but faint against its pink skin, begin to break out as the last four Oddish continued to Absorb it. "Shit! Come on, Lickitung! Oh, r- Return!"
It vanished into its Pokéball not a moment to soon. Alex exhaled in relief, then ordered, "Alright, Nidoran, finish them off!"
"Keep Licking, Loki!"
A few seconds later, he had his Normal-type back out on the grass again, surrounded by burst, exploded, or saliva-drenched and mystically weakened plants, and was digging in his lighter pack for his sole Potion. "Come on, where is it..."
"Use mine," Elle said quietly, holding it out.
Alex looked up at her in surprise, "I... thanks, Elle. Alright... just spray, right?"
"That's what the instructions said," she said, crouching down next to the Lickitung, which was panting and looking faint indeed.
"Here goes nothing," Alex whispered, then tilted the small can toward his first captured Pokémon and pushed the trigger down.
The spray was foul-smelling, almost acrid, but within just a few seconds he could see the boils begin to fade, and the welts settle back down to normal flesh. "Oh, thank God," he sighed, falling back to sit on his haunches, "Come here, Lickitung. Sorry, buddy... I didn't think they'd do that much of a number on you. Loki's HP bar was barely dropping at all."
He gave the fat creature a strong hug, unable to comprehend how worried he'd felt, and how relieved he now felt, over a creature in a video game, no matter how advanced it was.
"Poison-type is strong against Grass," Elle reminded him, "so Absorb wasn't doing much. Lickitung is Normal, so it did full damage. And it was outnumbered a lot."
"I'll never be so risky again," Alex promised his pet, "I swear."
"Don't say that," Elle reminded him, "You can't win if you don't strive. Look- even though she had to retreat, how many Oddish did she take down? Four. She's level five now."
"He's level fi- wait, she?"
Elle rolled her eyes, "Open your screen more, dummy."
He frowned, gesturing with one hand to open it, which wiggled and fizzed out as it opened over and through his Lickitung. "Sorry, buddy, I need to get up."
It didn't protest, seeming to feel much better already, and the Lickitung accepted a nuzzle from the Poison-type Starter instead as he looked down at the screen, the pink Pokémon behind it. "Lickitung," he read out loud, "Number 108 in the Complete Pokédex. This Pokémon is slightly shorter than average, and is female. It currently has no nickname, and is owned by Alex. It was the first Pokémon he caught in a ball on his own. Its affection ratings are as follows: Alex: 85%. Cock: 92%. Elle: 73%. Loki: 25%. Gobbler: 56%. It is unaware of other Pokémon in your Party. … Huh."
"Keep going," Elle said happily, and he scrolled down to the next page, now reading silently.
Level: 5. Moves known: Lick, Wrap. Prowess: 18. Prefers: Any.
"Okay," he said, scratching the faint growth of stubble on his chin, "What does 'eighteen' Prowess mean, and... Prefers Any?"
"Who knows, really," Elle answered with a shrug, "but I guess it's out of a hundred or so, or maybe it's just a stat like any other, and it'll go up to the traditional 255. As for the preference... I can only guess, and the manual doesn't say. I looked at my own Pokémon. Loki doesn't have any, it says 'none', and Gobbler prefers males, whatever that means."
"Maybe it's what kind of gender they like in their Trainers?"
Elle shrugged, "Maybe. Cock likes females."
He snorted, and Elle shot him a wry look, "You know what I mean... even if it's true. So we have a none, an any, and a male and a female in our group. Not sure what our Oddishes are."
"Me, neither," he said, popping his out and reading over the very wounded, woozy monster's stats while it glanced around cautiously. His Lickitung and Nidoran, though, only gave the little thing a tentative sniff and lick, not bothering to attack, and it sat quietly otherwise.
"Level three, female, prefers none. Huh. Grass-Poison, though. I should use it for... well, I don't know. We're just seeing Normal, Bug, and Grass Types around here, so maybe it's not that good to use yet."
"We sure do have a lot of Poison, though."
He nodded, "Yeah. We've been going for a few hours, and now we've caught pretty much all we saw tracks for aside from that mushroom monster. So... head back, have lunch?"
"Sure," Elle nodded, stretching and then bending down to touch her toes, which caused Alex to stare for a few seconds as her lithe body bent and straightened, then look away as she came upright, red-faced that he'd been staring again, "I could use a rest. Maybe head back toward town in the morning, see what else we can find in the grass now that people have probably started clearing out?"
He nodded, "Sounds good."
This time, she lead the way again, and he couldn't stop himself from watching her ass once more in the shorts that seemed just a little too small suddenly- just like his own pants.
Both were smelly when they returned to the Pokémon Center in Pallet Town, having made their way through the much more empty but still crowded fields that 'fed' the town's inhabitants. It wasn't much of a stretch to get another shared room either, though their funds were starting to really dwindle, and the pair ate a quick dinner in the lobby of the Center while their Pokémon were being tended, taking advantage of the now much more sparse population to make a few plans quietly.
"So how do we make money, anyway?"
Elle swallowed her steak-like meat, the last bite on her plate, and pushed it away to lean back before answering, "Quests, or Battles. You can find it laying around, apparently, in storage-balls just like in the other games, but most will come from fighting other Trainers. NPC or Player, you lose half of what you're carrying if you lose a Battle, but you can 'bank' some once you reach a bigger city. There's probably a limit or something, but I don't know. The game takes ten percent of that half as 'tax', and you get the rest."
"So if you had a hundred dollars, I'd get forty-five, and you'd lose fifty?"
Elle nodded, then leaned down to take a sip of her mostly gone soda, which gurgled.
"Quests, then. I mean, I don't mind taking winnings, but how do we do the quests? Where do we find them?"
She shrugged, "The manual just said talk to people, or interact with certain things in the environment. I don't know."
"So we just have to find them, then. Okay. Well, I'm done... think I'll head up to bed."
"Hold on," the girl said, leaning in quickly and reaching across the table to wipe away at the edge of Alex' mouth. He watched in shock as she gave him a wink, then put the sauce-covered finger in her mouth, closing her lips with apparent relish and withdrawing it slowly.
"Tease," he growled under his breath.
Not quietly enough, however, as Elle giggled, "You know it. Sorry, stud. I want to take a shower, I need a bathroom break."
"Then go," he said, "I'll just watch T.V."
"No," she said a little more firmly, "a bathroom break. Some alone time?"
"Oh. Oh. Uh... what'm I supposed to do, then? How long will you be? I need to shower, too."
"Not my problem," Elle grinned, "But I guess you can borrow Gobbler once she's done. Give me an hour or two tops. You have your key, right?"
He nodded, frowning, and glanced outside. The streets were dark. "Maybe I'll go for a walk."
"Okay. See you later. Knock before you come in, give me about thirty seconds just in case, okay?"
"Fine, fine... I'll see you later."
With nothing better to do after she'd taken their trays up to the trash and left them, dumped, on the top of the box, he stood and strolled leisurely out to the main area, which was mostly empty, though a single older man who looked like an NPC was sitting on a couch watching the holo-screen even though the sound was off.
As always, the rose-haired, buxom NPC that watched the desk was present, too. "Hey, uh... what do I call you, by the way?"
"Joy," the almost real-looking woman said with a smile, pressing her hands together in a way that gave her large breasts an extra lift, "You can call me Joy, sir. Is there something I can do for you?"
"Well, are any of my Party's Pokémon ready to go? My friend is Elle."
"I'm afraid not, Sir... wait, no, your Cock is ready to go, it just woke up."
He grinned. It has indeed. Fake or not, this lady's hot. "Can... I get it?"
"Absolutely. I'll be right back."
She returned with his single Pokéball, and he let the little Poison-type out to walk as usual, clipping the ball to his belt with a smile, "I'll see you later, Joy."
"I hope you come back soon," the woman said sweetly, pressing her chest together again as she leaned forward.
I wonder if I just didn't notice her actions earlier, or if she's only acting like that because it's me alone? Huh.
It wasn't hard to see her cues, but Alex wasn't sure he wanted to even consider having sex with someone that wasn't real in the game. Sex-bots had come a long way, and his family could certainly afford one. His father, after his mother had died, had owned one for a while, but he still felt a little weird about it.
And I'm not sure how this is different.
Though he strolled the cool streets of Pallet town for over an hour, Alex couldn't help but feel he was missing out on something. There were no Dark-type Pokémon in Generation One, so the odds of too many different things appearing even if he went out weren't very good. Not to mention, Elle's having tons of fun probably without me, and Gobbler isn't even... fuck. Am I really wishing I could stick my dick in that thing again?
… I guess I am. It's weird as shit, but it does feel really good. But I think I'd rather try out that Joy. I wonder if I can seduce her, or how long it'd take in a realistic game like this?
With a new goal in mind, he turned his feet back toward the Center, walking quickly through the dark streets, still occasionally passing a stray Trainer or two, and in one case, an NPC Police Officer, who tipped his old-fashioned hat at Alex as he passed.
Fortunately, as he glanced around the Pokémon Center, it was just as empty as before, and even the NPC who was watching the Holo-screen seemed to have passed out. Joy was as perky and awake as ever, though, and she smiled as she saw him enter. "Welcome back! How was your walk, sir?"
"Just fine, thanks," he said, smiling himself, "A bit lonely, though."
"Oh," she replied, seeming quite crestfallen, "I enjoy the quiet nights myself, but... you had your Cock with you. Didn't he keep you good company?"
Alex snorted again. The AI was good, but clearly not that good if it kept using its name in a situation like this. "He's a good Pokémon, but Cock isn't the kind of company I particularly enjoy."
"Oh," Joy said again, in the exact same tone as the first time, "Well... what kind of company do you enjoy, if you don't mind me asking?"
He glanced around again, just to make sure, and even looked up at the time. Fifty minutes. Hm... Then he leaned in conspiratorially, and Joy leaned across the counter too, smiling in anticipation. "The female kind."
"I see," she whispered, just as quietly as he'd spoken, "Well... I get off-shift in ten minutes, and I don't mind a little dalliance myself, if you don't mind waiting."
He blinked, "That- that easy?"
She shrugged, seeming unperturbed that the illusion had faded that quickly, "I enjoy sex as much as the next person, sir."
"W- Well, yeah, but... I thought I'd have to seduce you, or something."
"You just did," she giggled, leaning in again, "can I tell you a secret, Alex Ward?"
He blinked. "How... how did you know my name?"
Joy stood up straight again, "I talked to you the other day, and I heard your companion say your first name. Then I just looked at your registry data in our system, it wasn't hard. Do you want my secret?"
He swallowed, still a little unnerved by it, but her explanation made sense, at least. "S- Sure, I guess."
Joy leaned in again, and said in a husky voice, "My designers told me I'd get fucked on day one, and I've been looking for it. But here we are, four days after launch, and you're the first person to ask. So yes, it's that easy. We're programmed to be available for those who ask, and you're the first person to do so. The first one brave enough to want me and ask."
"Oh. Okay, so... what do I do, then?"
He watched as the woman's violet eyes looked him up and down, grinning, "I imagine a man of your age knows what to do. Come on, it's close enough to the end of my shift, I can head into the back and keep the door open- as long as we're quiet."
He followed under the lifted counter-section with wide eyes, glancing about the low-lit back room, where more than fifty Pokéballs were arrayed on a massive bank, each with a glowing signature and HP bar that denoted the owner and the status of the Pokémon inside. The bank, he could tell at a glance, was not anywhere near capacity.
The lights in the back room, mostly dominated by the healing bank, were low to conserve power at night, but Joy lead him right from the door, leaving it just cracked, and pushed him up against the wall next to the door a few feet away. "Another secret," the pinkette said, again husky and with a porn star's voice, "all of us are like this. Not every character in the game will fuck you so easy, but all of us are capable of being seduced. The Joys however... we're here for your healing, body and mind, along with your Pokémon. We can even help you raise your Prowess, though only to a point. Not all of us are as... willing as I am, though."
"O- Oh," he said softly, then gasped as she sank to a knee, her white nurse's gown seeming unable to contain the massive breasts from the top-down view, and she reached for his zipper.
Alex gave a long, slow exhalation as Joy's deft hands lowered his zipper and lifted his dirty shorts just enough that it wasn't painful when her long fingers pulled his rapidly hardening penis out. The attendant's digital skin was soft and warm, smooth, and he decided almost at once that he was an idiot for not purchasing a pleasure-bot, or an advanced gynoid personal assistant that might occasionally service him in such a way years ago, if this synthetic flesh was a game-world copy of the 'real thing'.
Her violet eyes looked up at him with a pleased expression as she leaned in, "You smell sweaty... dirty."
"Sorry," he murmured, "I haven't had a chance to-"
Joy interrupted him by putting her full, hot-pink lips on his tip, closed around him, and sucked half of him into her mouth like a noodle, complete with the vibrato phut of a powerful suction pulling on something partially pliant without a full seal. His erection finished growing in seconds, and he felt a bit faint as all the blood in his body seemed to rush between his legs.
Once he was completely hard, the woman pulled off with a pop though she stayed nearby, and spat a heavy dollop of saliva onto the top of his rod, then smirked up at him while giving a few slick strokes to spread the lubricant out a bit more. "Your Prowess can grow from giving and receiving, but the fastest way is intercourse. It makes all parties involved grow faster."
"I don't know, you already made me grow pretty fast," Alex said with an almost giddy chuckle.
Joy giggled quietly herself, "It's a talent. I like my clients to be healthy."
Something about her phrasing, the particular words the woman had used bothered him, but Alex was too distracted by Joy's pumping, the pure white, lacy brassier her other fingers were revealing one pearly button at a time, and the very generous cleavage displayed.
The excited man actually moved his head to the side for a better view as, smirking, the attendant reached into her now half-buttoned blouse and pulled free one heavy, pale mammary, then the other. She even cupped one for his viewing pleasure, hefting it twice before letting them fall and bounce, swaying slightly, together. "Your tits are amazing," he gasped, mesmerized by the continued swing and occasional slap as Joy's body shook with the faster motion of her right hand.
She grinned, standing up smoothly, her hand switching angles as it spun around him, and her other moved to cup and knead at his balls as she stepped in, pressing them into his t-shirt for a moment, "Feel them," she murmured, lips just brushing his stubbly chin.
The moment she said it, his hands came up, first closing around just the outer sides, then sliding to the front and even sinking in more than half an inch as she withdrew a little, her again pink nipples stiffening beneath his palms' slightest touch. "Harder," she whimpered, "I love having my tits played with."
Alex didn't need to be told twice. Her breasts were at least D-cups, maybe DD's, and much more soft than firm though they held their shape well, but the brassier was no longer even resting on them, it had fallen down as Joy had stood to hang between them. He gave the right a harder squeeze, digging and even curling his fingers in, while the other pinched hard at her other nipple.
Joy gasped, and for a moment he thought it was too hard, but her hands sped up on his dick, and she threw her mouth against his, tongue immediately licking his lips, bottom then top, and pushing between them. "More," she breathed into his mouth.
He gave both a squeeze, harder than he'd ever dare on a living woman, just aware enough to remember in that moment that he might be able to get away with it, and watched, transfixed, as her shape bent and moved around his fingers, bulging out from between them.
He already felt like he could explode at any moment, but Alex was determined, now, to draw this out, to make it not just good for her- to increase his Prowess if nothing else- but because he was having too much fun to want it to end quickly. She was easily, based on figure, sexier than anyone he'd ever been with (all four of them), almost the equal of Nadine Lovegood, and having her breasts in his hands while she stroked his dick was amazing, quite possibly the most erotic moment of his life.
'So this is an adult thing... how realistic are you?" he asked quietly, trying not to kill the mood.
Joy only blinked, then pushed the hand that had been beneath him, working his testicles gently, beneath her own rather short skirt. It came back up dripping, and she pushed the two fingers into his mouth.
His eyes widened- she was wet, and smelled of a musky sort of berry. "You can think of me as real, you know... I'm real enough to satisfy several perverted fantasies of yours, Alex Ward."
He groaned as she backed away a little, and took one of her breasts from him in her now free hand, twisting and pulling the nipple up into her own eager mouth. She suckled with apparent relish, eyes never leaving his, but they closed briefly when she gave it a nip.
Then, smiling again, she held it out to him as if offering, "Your turn."
"Fuck yes," he muttered, and bent his head.
Again, he decided quickly, it wasn't real skin, but it felt damned close, and the slightly sweaty, salty taste of it was real enough. Feeling her heart beat through the 'fatty' tissue was erotic in and of itself, for it was hammering away much like his, something he could hear and feel through his lips as they closed on her hard nipple and sucked, too.
She tastes like salted strawberries, he decided, and gave her nipple a little bite with his teeth, laving his tongue across it as it swelled with trapped blood, then again when Joy gasped, "F-fuuck, that feels good..."
Her other nipple, he pinched, hard, rolling and twisting it, then letting to as she moaned into his crown, body shaking.
Then, to his surprise, she pulled his hand away. He grinned onto her tit, though, when she pushed it beneath her skirt and twisted his wrist so his palm was up.
Shit...she's not even wearing underwear!
Indeed, his hands slipped easily through her wet folds, and two fingers went up to the second knuckle almost at once as he started to finger her in return. She was warm, too, easily hotter than his fingers. But he didn't have long to practice his technique, though. "I need you," she whispered, "I want it inside me... this big dick of yours. Put it in me, please!"
Then she yanked him away from the wall and took his place, but facing it with her elbows and palms on the smooth, silvery-gray surface, stepping back to push her round rump against him, twitching it slowly, "Come on, Alex..."
He could just see the lower edges of her bare snatch, but he still pushed the light pink skirt up the rest of the way first, hands sliding over smooth, firm skin more perfect than any human's could be, marveling at the detail that went into the puckered, pink anus, and the dripping, pungent folds of her sex, which had fine wrinkles in an abnormal pattern, but which was also clearly engorged with need and want.
"Tell me what you want," he muttered, reaching down to slide his length up and down the lower edge of her crack, coating himself with her flowing juices, then pushed it down between her legs to get the other side, too, already pumping back and forth with slow, easy motions. It'd be so easy to just put it in and fuck her like I know she wants- like I want. Damn...
"I want your dick in me, Alex! Please, put it in my pussy and fuck me hard!"
Good enough for me.
It had been two years and a few months since he'd last been with a woman, and he was eager for more. The temporary relief (even if reluctant in many ways) Gobbler had provided was nice, but he had to admit that Elle was extremely attractive in her own right despite the age gap, and she was also an incorrigible tease.
This, though...
As he slipped the tip and then about half of his rod into her, Alex sighed, gasping in erotic joy at how the fleshy tunnel stretched and molded itself to him. Before he could fully adjust himself, though, Joy threw her ass back into him, and immediately started rocking, pulling him out about half-way again and again. "Oh, Arceus," she moaned loudly, "It's been so long since I've had a cock!"
He groaned too as her walls clutched and pulled at him like a living thing, and watched as her rear end, too, jiggled and bounced. Then he leaned down to put a hand beneath each breast, letting her nipples graze across fingers and palms for a few swings, then grabbed both, hard, and gave them another rough squeeze. "You like it hard, huh?"
"Y- Yes," Joy cried, "I love it! Maul my fat tits, Alex! Fuck my brains out!"
He doubled his efforts with hand and hip both, but he knew already he wouldn't last much longer. She felt too good, to life-like, to hot and wet and oh God, it had been so long! "Fucking coming already," he groaned, "You're... too good!"
"Do it," she cried, "Come on my ass, or come in me! I don't care... I'm cum-cumming!"
Instinct made him want to pull out, not because he didn't want to procreate, but because he didn't want to impregnate her.
But... She's not real, and I've never once come in a woman.
He slammed home two strokes later, yanking her body into his even harder by her heavy breasts, grunting into her voluminous rose hair as his cock and hips both spasmed, pumping more and more of him outward. Both of them were gasping, and after a few seconds, he had to yank himself free as her twat continued to massage at him. That gave Alex the opportunity to watch that same narrow channel, stretched by his passage, leak out a copious amount of white goop mixed with a more clear substance that was running down Joy's thighs and into her short socks, or dripping onto the floor between them.
"Fucking amazing," Alex murmured, running a hand up the back of Joy's firm thigh and ass, giving it one more squeeze, "That was amazing."
To give him a bit more of a show, Joy grabbed her other cheek too from behind, looking over her shoulder as she then slipped a finger into her own twat and gathered a bit of his semen before bringing it up to her mouth.
His dick, just satisfied, twitched again, but he wasn't sure he was ready to go already.
Joy stood up then, reaching into her pocket for a few folded tissues, and casually wiped herself up, then leaned down a little to clean him, too, with another one. "Thanks," Alex murmured as she did so.
"No problem," Joy said cheerfully, "That was fun. I'd be happy to do it again- most of my sisters would, too. Only a few of us are strictly lesbian."
The very image of two Joys going down on each other in a sixty-nine position made him twitch again, but Alex shook his head, "I need to be getting back to my room- I should sleep sometime."
"Go ahead," Joy murmured, leaning in for another quick kiss, more chaste, "I'll be here when you need me, unless I'm busy with someone or something else."
"Er..."
"Yes," Joy said, rolling her eyes in a very human way, though she still smiled pleasantly, "I like sex, but that doesn't mean I only like sex with you. That's just illogical to assume. I'll fuck nearly anyone or anything."
Of course. She's programmed that way. Damn, why is that so hard to remember?
He froze when he turned toward the half-open door.
A fifteen-year old boy, he couldn't have been any older, was standing there, wide-eyed, with a dick in his hands, blushing furiously though it didn't seem to wilt him any.
"Oh, a new client," Joy said, just as happily, "Come here, Monroe. I didn't see you in the registry lists the first few days, are you part of the second wave?"
The young man, sandy blonde and a bit on the thin side, nodded dumbly, sending Alex a sheepish look. "Go ahead, kid," he muttered, "I guess she's all yours."
The last thing he heard as he slid out from behind the counter and into the main lobby was a high-pitched squeaky voice ask plaintively, "Can- Can I see your tits again?"
"You can cum on them if you'd like..."
Were she human, Alex knew he'd be terribly offended that she would just jump right to giving this kid more attention than he could have dreamed of. Yet... somehow, he wasn't. It made a strange sort of sense that Joy would be acting this way.
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