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Chap. 74: Glorious

Elle skipped giddily down the row of booths, more excited than she felt like she had any right to be. Alex clearly didn't look all that excited, though he had paid for a booth himself before she had. Robin was ecstatic, but that woman seemed to want to take up every chance to get off she could. Megumi hadn't purchased a booth for herself, which Elle thought had been a little strange, but had for Kinta: Specifically, a blowjob, from an actual woman who knew what she was doing, to 'prepare him for later'.

Kinta had grumbled about not being able to do more, until Alex had pointedly told him, "It's a BJ, kid. Don't turn it down. Trust me."

"I guess. I always did kind of want one, a little," he'd muttered.

No one had believed him that it was just 'a little', given how often he had used his own Bellsprout for the same sort of thing.

Megumi had instead decided to focus on gathering actual information, spreading some money around when necessary to learn what she could about the Gym Leader's various teams.

Of course, Elle's reward for her patience in letting the others decide what they were going to do first was rewarded by being the last of their group to get a number for the booths. She was nine people behind Alex, and he had already disappeared, with a weird expression on his face. Elle couldn't tell if he was excited, horny, or sad, or something else. Her boyfriend had given her a last look before shutting the door behind him, but he hadn't returned her smile.

Very weird. Especially considering that she now knew he'd been pretty damned intimate with Robin, who both had been very nervous about at first, and then fucked Megumi not two hours ago. Was that why he was being weird? Did he think she'd be upset, and that her own interest in the glory holes was because of that?

If so, she'd have to set him straight. She wanted to do this because she hadn't had any sexual entertainment in a day and a half, and it was already getting to her. This was just a convenient way to get some relief, and a new experience on top of that. That was why she'd been a bit secretive about what, exactly, she ordered from her own booth. Robin wouldn't care. She honestly doubted Alex would, though he might complain anyway. Megumi and Kinta… well, she was starting, despite herself, to look at the half-Japanese girl as something like an older sister, and Kinta a brother. Neither needed to know just how kinky Elle was, though.

Not yet, anyway.

There was still a short queue of people in front of her own booth, the person in there now must have been delayed. Elle wasn't sure why it would take anyone longer than a few minutes to cum if they were really excited or having fun, but even with the sound-proofing, she could hear occasional muffled grunts and moans. The Gym, she knew after having been given a brief synopsis of the rules regarding the booths by the docent she'd talked to, charged a late fee for five minutes and every five minutes over. If there was a queue of more than a few people, the person in there had probably been in there a while. Judging by the amused expressions on two of the three people ahead of her, that wasn't all that uncommon.

One, though, seemed quite perturbed: a red-haired man with shaggy locks that hung to his back, fit, about Alex's age, with black clothing trimmed in silver. It was a striking outfit to meet a piercing gaze and pretty good looks. Elle thought he would've been damned attractive, were it not for the unpleasant scowl on his face. But since he was next up, Elle couldn't blame him, either. She was already antsy.

Eventually, a large-breasted woman came out, red-faced, breathing hard, with half the buttons on her shirt unfastened, "Sorry," she apologized to the line, which was now one behind Elle as well, "he came all over me, had to clean up."

"Whatever," she heard the red-haired young man mutter, then bumped against the voluptuous woman's shoulder heavily as he powered past her into the booth.

Elle couldn't stand people like him. On a whim, she glanced at her Pokégear. Then again a few minutes later… and smirked. Three minutes on the dot, huh? Looks super satisfied, too… loser. Can't even hold it for three minutes… bet he paid for twenty.

Thankfully, the next two took only a little longer, and she was inside her own booth before Alex would have been close to finishing in his own. That is, of course, unless he was more excited by the prospect than he let on, or whatever he'd ended up ordering was particularly good. She'd never seen him orgasm in less than a few minutes aside from that first, Psychic-induced demi-orgy, and that was cheating on her end.

When Elle finally shut the door and locked it behind her, she was pleased to see more than just a tiny, four-by-four chamber. The booth was, in fact, fairly spacious, six or so feet on a side. A quick calculation told her that every other booth, if there wasn't some weird hyperspace mechanic their own world had never been able to figure out going on, was set further back with a short hallway leading into it. Not that she really cared, the girl was more concerned with the booth itself.

There was what porn from her homeworld had told her was a fairly standard setup: Three monitors displaying various things with a control pad beneath each. Currently, one displayed Poképhilia, and one some guy-on-guy action Elle mostly ignored, in favor of the central screen. The tissues, drain, clothes hanger, and stool were summarily noticed and set aside, as well. That central screen seemed far more important. It read, ID confirm. Place handprint of dominant hand on scanner below screen.

After Elle had done so, the screen flickered once, then changed. ID confirmed. Processing. Please allow TWO MINUTES for your request to arrive. Your purchased time remaining will not count down until the access port opens. At that time, you will have THIRTY MINUTES with your request. Cerulean City, The Waterflower Gym, The Indigo League, and any other accessory, licensee, financial contributor, employee, or board member is not responsible for any circumstances relating to you or our employees due to your interaction here. If you contact a disease or become gravid, you are the sole responsible party. Enjoy your time at the Cerulean City Waterflower Gym!

It ended with a simpler note: Estimated time until Request Arrival: 1:23, which counted down interminably slowly. "Two minutes," she whispered, and wasted no time stripping out of every piece of clothing she could, and draping them on the hooks. Then she swallowed and turned to face the screen again. Fifteen seconds.

Elle took a deep breath, and pulled a small, black device from one of the side pouches of her pack, and pressed it against the wall between the monitor and the glory-hole, which opened moments later. Before anything protruded through, the saw the screen flicker twice, go to white snow, and back to normal. Only this time, there was a small progress bar in the bottom right, using ancient ASCII-style graphics. Accessing Network. 1%…

The bar began to climb slowly, a single red light on the right side blinking every few seconds. Then something pinkish, glistening with moisture, and definitely phallic slipped through the hole below her device. Nine full inches, beyond whatever thickness the wall or the creature's position kept from it. "Amazing," Elle whispered, her blue eyes wide. Then she sank to her knees, glad there was a pull-out pad on the floor, and opened her mouth wide.

Then she hesitated. Not because she didn't want to do it. No, Elle was bound and determined to do what she'd rented that particular Pokémon for. Yes, she had her task assigned by Maline Greengrass to complete, but this creature in particular she had chosen for herself. A look toward the future, one might say, a deliberate choice to give herself something to anticipate having. Or having again, anyway.

Besides, doesn't Alex keep saying sometimes it's better to wait, build up the anticipation a bit? I mean… Arceus, that's a long dick. Thick, too. The Pokémon's cock was, as she'd noted earlier, nine inches past the wall, bigger than Alex, who wasn't by any means small, just on this side. She had to wonder how big the creature itself was to have a member like that, especially one she hadn't heard moving through the wall. Two or three of her fingers thick, a slightly up-curved shaft with a few ridges but no visible veins. The head itself was broad and flat, but angular, neither like a horse's or a dog's, but somewhere between them, as if someone had taken a cylinder and cut diagonally down the end of it, with a wide hole at the center.

A hole that was already leaking pre-cum. Elle inhaled the scent first, a subtle but intoxicating mixture… this Pokémon had either just been fucking someone or something else, or the prep-work had left it scented somehow, maybe with lube. She grinned, and reached out a hand to hold against the wall with her thumb and forefinger circling around… Wow, just two-thirds of it… he's thick, but not too thick. About as much as Alex, just longer. Mm… it's gonna feel so good!

Her tongue flicked out to dab the tip against the whole, gathered up the moisture there, and then pulled it back into her small mouth to savor the taste. Sweet, tangy, not really salty. Interesting… Then a palpable wave of pressure hit her mind. Nothing super strong, not like when Morpheus had helped her cause that first group-fest north of Viridian, but a definite mental urge to get on with it.

Elle shuddered as she felt moisture and head compound between her legs, then grinned, "Alright, greedy… I'm paying you, remember? Good thing I wanted this dick in my mouth, too…"

Alex looked through the hole at the fleshy, hairless mound that was pressed against it. It… looks human enough. Pinker, but I know there are some people like that. I guess… I guess I can do this. The folds were swollen, glistening, even dripping. Alex wasn't sure of the mechanism used, but someone or something had left this particular creature in a state of arousal even stronger than Lingus' had been in when he'd fingered his Lickitung.

His dick began to swell in his shorts at the memory, and the sight of what was before him. The same creature, they looked much alike in fact, but not his. Guilt-free, perhaps, or at least one that Alex consoled himself he could observe, experiment with, without feeling like he was taking advantage of a Pokémon who was his, and may have felt obligated to do things with him. This one, he told himself, was at least used to this sort of thing.

Alex swallowed. Flimsy logic, he knew, but he had to convince himself this was alright somehow. That he wasn't just some sicko.

Who'm I trying to kid… I am sick. But so's this whole fucking world. They've got an industry around this. What kind of city, what kind of world, has an entire family group of species as combat- and fuck-pets? This one, yeah, but… fuck. It's so messed up. But I… I…

Alex's musing was interrupted by a word. "Tongue," he thought. An invitation to use that organ on the dripping slit in front of him. But no… Not quite that. "Tung?" A question. From a Lickitung.

Alex swallowed. Still… he did rent this booth for a reason. Mostly, to see if he could make himself get used to the idea a little more. Because it still weirded him out, but… he… He wanted to understand why Robin and Elle, and apparently Kinta, and so many people were so very interested in not just the idea, but the practice.

His fingers lifted, raised, turned pad outward, and slipped up the tender, spongy flesh. The Lickitung whose pussy he'd just touched shivered, and he heard a distinct, "Lick… lick!"

"Not yet," he murmured, knowing that's probably not what the Pokémon had meant. Instead, he rubbed his pointer and middle fingers up and down the deep, fleshy folds to help lubricate them, then slipped both inside at once.

She, for the Lickitung was definitely female, was soft, very warm, and even more wet. The vaginal walls clutched and fluttered around his fingers like water, filling the crevices and cracks fully, and even more liquid began to run and drip downward. "Heh… you're pretty excited, huh?"

With reluctance that surprised him, Alex pulled his fingers free, then hesitated only a moment before pushing both fingers into his mouth, instead. The flavor was… well, quite inhuman. Not tangy and bitter, but sweet, like bubblegum. Fitting, for her coloration, Alex thought, but quite unexpected. Almost too sweet, in fact, though Alex found himself licking the lot away before he leaned in again.

The next time, he spread the folds gently with his fingers, then put his face directly against the wall, and licked. The Pokémon gasped, "Tung, Licky! Licky-tung!"

"You taste pretty- pretty good. Damn… I can't believe I'm tongue-fucking a Pokémon… and it's tasty. You're really sweet, Lickitung."

"Lick-ick…"

Alex kept going, licking the creature through what he was sure was a groaning, moaning, quivering orgasm, before he realized his cock was burning, aching. But he hadn't paid for a blowjob, or for the Lickitung to give him any oral attention. No… this experience in the booth was about giving him a chance to do something he'd never done.

Alex swallowed… and reached for his zipper with one hand, while the other patted and rubbed the exterior of the Pokémon, who still had herself pressed against the hole in the wall. "Don't worry, Lickitung… I'm… I'm gonna do it."

The young man, barely into adult-hood, swallowed as he stood up. The hole was a little low for him, once he had his cock out, but Alex was able to fix that by spreading his legs a little more. It… it was still strange, very much, to know what he was about to do, but at this point he was determined. So Alex, with two fingers on the base of his dick to guide it, slipped his swollen, aching head up and down the dripping folds. Even that felt good, though he knew it was more in wondrous, anxious anticipation.

"Tung…?" The same plaintive cry, one that he was sure meant, "Are you gonna do it, or keep teasing me?" Or something like that, anyway.

Alex swallowed. After this, there would be no going back. He'd be a Pokémon-fucker.

Like Elle wanted to be. Like he wanted for her, even, in a strange way… and like she wanted him to be.

Alex pushed in, slowly, forcing himself to remain cognizant of the moment, of what he was feeling, rather than let himself give in to the base nature, to animal instinct, and lose himself in the process.

The Lickitung's pussy was… astoundingly tight, deeper than he had expected, able to hold all of him in a single thrust, and it immediately started massaging him in a way that Elle, for all she tried to work her PT muscles, hadn't been able to pull off successfully. And angled backward for doggy-style, so it pulled and pushed on his cock in a way that was opposite how a human woman's would be, as if he were fucking her missionary-style. Alex groaned, "Oh, fuck…"

He was horrible… and he wasn't going to stop. Instead, Alex stared down at the little bit of pussy-flesh he could see from this angle, grabbed the bars used for handles, and started to thrust, slowly, taking in every bit of wonderful difference he could between the Lickitung, and Elle and Cora's cunts. "Fuck.. so addicting already…"

Elle sighed in bliss as her tongue darted out to swirl around the cut-cylinder shaft of dark, rigid pink, "You've got a nice dick," she whispered, "and I wanna suck it before I fuck you, so just be patient."

She wasn't sure if the Pokémon on the other side heard her, but Elle also didn't care. She'd paid for its services, what pleasure she could get from it. It should be happy for whatever orgasm she'd cause it, right? And she was going to make it cum, absolutely. But she wanted to suck a cock, and since Alex probably wouldn't pull it out in public any time soon, the booth would have to do. Besides, she really was going to make it cum, and she'd wanted to fuck a Pokémon before she knew it was even a real possibility. Half the reason she'd hacked her way into the Beta was for that purpose, after all.

And she loved sex. Waiting for Alex to finally do it for the first time had been torture. The lead-up to it, the blowjobs, the fingering, the cunnilingus… it had been a relief, but also only made her want the rest even more.

Now that door was open, and Elle was never going to shut it again.

Not even with this creature she'd never even see, never know, outside of that pressure on her mind and the glorious, humongous cock in front of her face.

So Elle opened her mouth once again, and took it inside. Almost at once, the Pokémon on the other side started humping, pushing in and out slowly, in small motions, likely so she wouldn't gag. Elle appreciated it, because while he was as large as Alex around, the Hypno, the evolved form of her own Drowzee, was at least an inch longer and would definitely have choked her if he'd been rough.

Not that it'd have stopped me, Elle thought with an internal smile as she started bobbing on the Pokémon dick, It'd probably just have turned me on, getting used by this thing…

But as exciting as the blowjob to a random Hypno behind a glory-hole was, Elle couldn't force herself to suck him off all the way. No… she wanted more. So after just a couple of minutes out of her twenty, Elle stood up, glancing once at the progress bar, which now said, Downloading Primary Data: 46%, and then turned around, grabbed the handles on the side of the small room, and pushed her hips back.

The tip of the Hypno's shaft landed between her legs, and she felt a questioning wave over her mind. "That's it," she murmured, "You feel it, don't you? How hot my pussy is… how wet I am. You can do it… right… right there. Just push, that's it… take me…"

It took the Hypno a few tries, blind, to line itself up, and Elle gasped each time its cock either brushed down against her clit, or up along her ass (and once it prodded on her anus, though she reached back to angle it down, then, lest the Hypno get ideas she wasn't ready for). Finally, she got tired of waiting, and reached between her legs to guide it to her entrance.

Then, without hesitation, she moved back as the Hypno on the other side of the wall pushed forward, and it was inside her, filling her to bursting. Elle gasped and moaned, her eyes fluttered closed at the delightful sensation of fullness, of invasion in the best possible way, blasted through her senses. "Oh, Arceus, that's good… I'm doing it… I'm doing it… I'm finally fucking a Pokémon!"

It was everything she'd hoped for. After a few thrusts, Elle realized that no, the Hypno wasn't quite as thick as Alex, but it was close, and still pushed at every part of her vagina, and reached at least an inch further inside, nudging and pushing painfully up against the very back end of her channel. But at the same time, that pain brought with it glorious, astounding peaks of pleasure as the Hypno's small motions, hampered by the wall between them, occasionally met her own smoother, longer strokes, and the small ridges dragged and tugged at the folds of her pussy. It was hard, too, almost as hard as Alex could get, which was a fair bit more stiff than Surtr or Kole had been that lust-maddened day she'd sucked off both of them. That in turn forced her body, small and petite, to conform and mold itself around the shaft, and…

"Holy fuck," Elle moaned, looking down as her back arched upward.

On every down-stroke, there was a definite protrusion in her belly, where the wood-hard flesh pushed and prodded at her insides.

With a grin, the petite girl pressed a hand against her belly just below her navel, "You feel that? It's so… fucking… deep, Hypno… yeah… fuck me good!"

She sprayed a half-cup, at least, of clear liquid onto the floor a moment later, and let her torso hang, dangling with her long hair just over the puddle, and sagged back to her rump was against the wall. "Holyfuckth- that was… that was as good cum… Oh, it's.. ooooooooooohhi…"

The Hypno behind her hadn't stopped. In fact, he seemed to have taken her pressing her cunt against the hole as an invitation to do the work, because it was suddenly thrusting harder, faster, with long, deep strokes that pulled it almost completely free before shoving back in, the cone's tip dragging and slapping against her cervix every time it hit the bottom. "Oh, shit, shit, shit! Arceus, fuck me harder!"

Elle didn't care who heard. The soundproofing was good, yes, but not that good, not enough to hide a full-on scream of ecstasy as she climaxed again, less than a minute after the first one.

She didn't even notice the download complete with a soft beep, she was too busy getting railed like her life depended on it, by a Pokémon she'd never see again, and even now only knew by how his wonderful cock was making her feel.

Her body was helpless, numb to all sensation of discomfort, even while her shoulder blades practically scraped together as she hung from the bars, her body bent in half, toes sometimes lifting completely off the floor as the Hypno's thrusts grew more rapid, more forceful. Elle didn't care. She just wanted more. A third climax ripped through her like a hover-train, and she lost her grip on one bar, but caught herself with a hand on her shaking, trembling knee.

The Hypno never let up. In fact, she felt psychic hands, no doubt from Telekinesis, wrap around her waist, her shoulders, arch her body higher, pull her back almost painfully… and then tug her against the wall even more tightly. Not only did that restrain her beautifully, wonderfully, make Elle feel even more like the plaything of the Pokémon currently ravaging her, but that let it push deeper, too. Not much, her ass was pretty firm and didn't have all that much give, but enough that she winced and yelped the first few times the Hypno's cock squashed against the very back of her pussy.

Then the girl all-but whited out in pure bliss, as not just one, but three more orgasms blasted through her with no pause between them, as the Hypno suddenly flexed and swelled, and started climaxing too. She could feel the heat of it, the pressure build with the first flex, and then every fucking glorious pulse of Pokémon semen as it flooded through his cock, out, and into her body.

For several long seconds, maybe more than a few minutes, all she knew was pleasure.

Eventually, the Hypno slipped free, leaving her strangely hollow, empty, but in a satisfying, blissed-out way as her pussy dripped thick, yellow- and green-tinted semen onto the floor, which slithered toward the drain placed there for just that purpose. "Oh… oh fuck… my knees are so shaky, haaah… Thanks, Hypno… that was… the best. Fuck…"