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Chap. 72: A Different Kind of Wet

Alex groaned in pleasure as Megumi pressed into him, pushing him back against the tiled wall of the restaurant's bathroom. Her body was warm, soft, her lips wet and smelling of both salted fries and burgers as she kissed him again and again. Her hands seemed like they were everywhere, up inside his shirt to caress his chest, on his ass, around his neck, in his hair.

"I'm tired of waiting," she moaned into his mouth, "for you to make a move. But I only want this if you do. If Elle's okay with it."

"Elle would beg to watch if she was here," he murmured back, slowly as his tongue kept tangling with hers between their lips, "she wants you as much as I want you."

"Then take me," the beautiful Trainer hissed, "right here, right now."

"H- Here? But we're-"

"In a bathroom, in a diner, in the middle of a city, I know," Megumi giggled, "It's so hot. Knowing we could be caught… I want someone to hear us. They could walk in at any moment… I want them to know we're fucking! So do it, Alex! Take it out, and fuck me."

"B- But Kinta, your Dad… Megu, I don't want to take advantage of you, and-"

"Fuck Kinta," he hissed almost violently, "I need this, Alex. I need it bad, and if you don't do it, someone else will. I haven't had a moment for something me since before my father died, and I am tired of waiting, of being the tough one for my brother. So quit being a pussy, and stuff mine."

"A pussy," Alex muttered quietly, "Is that what I am, Megumi? Because I'm concerned, and I care? Fine. You're tired of waiting? I've wanted to give you my dick since that first night… but I've been patient for you. I guess we're done with that, now."

"It's about ti-aii!"

Alex spun her around, and pushed her the wall instead. Her breast beneath his hand, even through her t-shirt, was supple and soft, just firm enough to really get a grip. His other hand slit from her waist as she squeaked, dark eyes wide with surprise and shining with lust as he gave a squeeze… then dropped lower, pulling around to unsnap her shorts. "You want me to take you right here? I can do that."

Megumi sighed as he pushed her shorts down to her knees, then stood up tall. His lips smashed into hers, but from there he kissed down her jaw, her neck, to nip at her collarbone as his hands went to work over her shirt, and inside her silky underwear. Soon she was panting as his hands, still relatively inexperienced but learning more daily, went to work on her folds.

Meanwhile, the dark-haired beauty's hands skillfully unsnapped his own shorts and pushed them just low enough to fish is painfully-stiff erection free. Then her grip shifted to stroke him underhanded, as her free one worked her own free tit. "Ah… you're so big," she moaned breathlessly, "I don't know if I- if it'll-"

"Oh, it'll fit," Alex told her as he nibbled her collarbone, "I'll make it fit."

"B- Brute," Megumi tried to gasp out more, but it only came out as a moan as Alex pressed himself into her, and her hand slid away. His cock nestled between her legs like it belonged there, or maybe it had been by her design as she stroked him. Either way, all he would have to do would be to bend his knees, and then straighten out once more, and he would be sheathed.

He snorted as he stood up, both of his hands moved to cup her mostly-bare ass, "You want me to be one."

Then his knees did that exact bend, his hips thrust forward and up as he stood once more, and glorious, tight wetness enveloped his shaft like a vise. "Fuck!" Megumi gasped, her head thrown back to thud painfully against the tile wall, "It's so big! Alex, I- h- hold still, I-"

He gave her just a few seconds to adjust, then stroked half way out, and drove in even harder. Megumi's ass slapped against the tile as his balls hit her taint, both made a smacking sound that resounded together. "Oh, you feel so good," Alex groaned, and his head fell into the crook of her shoulder. Even though he'd spend the morning getting three blowjobs and eating out Robin, having his cock in a pussy still felt amazing. That it was someone he was highly attracted to but hadn't already fucked helped too.

"You do, t- too," Megumi sighed, "It's so tight… you're stretching me out so good, Alex…"

"It is tight, and I love it," he groaned, and pulled out to the tip this time. Instead of slamming in as he had the first and second times, he eased in slowly, savoring every fold and curve of her vaginal walls as they tugged and rubbed against the veins and nerves of his dick. Another thrust, faster again, then a medium, and Megumi's legs lifted to wrap around his waist as he started fucking her harder.

Alex lost track of time. His entire world shifted from worrying about Team Rocket, about Game Freak, about whether or not Elle really was cool with (or would encourage) him having sex with Megumi, whether or not they could trust Robin and how far, to Megumi. How she felt against him, how his cock felt inside her. He probably shouldn't have.

Because he was just getting into it for real when the door opened, and a man walked in. "Oh, for Arceus' sake… can't you kids get a PMC room, or something? Fuckin' in the bathrooms… it's not hygienic, for one thing…"

He vanished into a stall a moment later and they heard the man start to piss. Alex and Megumi shared a look of concern… but he didn't pull out.

Instead, they only slowed their pace to something more leisurely, relaxed, savoring each other's bodies as he continued pumping in and out, accompanied by the mutters of the man in the stall. He finished after a minute or so, and Alex turned to grin at him after he'd washed his hands. "Disgusting," the older gentleman sneered as he passed.

Still, Alex saw him cast a hungry eye despite his words, looking Megumi up and down. Then, when the door shut, the Trainer turned his full attention back to Megumi. "Think he'll complain?"

"He didn't tell us to stop," Megumi replied, giggling quietly behind one hand, "so no. Did you see the way he looked at us? At me? He was jealous."

"I would be if I was him, you're amazing," Alex told her, and leaned in to kiss Megumi again as his thrusts started up once more. This time, rather than vary his speed too much, he kept up a steady rhythm somewhere in the middle, one which had Megumi's breaths change quickly from just fast and hard to panting, gasping, desperate as she climaxed around him a few minutes later.

It wasn't enough. Not after Robin had orally drained him three times. Alex was surprised he was even able to get it up, but a small part of him wondered if it was because of being a Combinant. If he wasn't able to perform again and again because he wasn't merely human, even if his nearly-nineteen years should've kept him pretty virile anyway.

But it didn't matter. Alex slowed a little as Megumi climaxed, but he didn't stop. Soon, her legs were shaking again, so he brute-force lifted one up over his elbow, which shifted the angle of her pussy against his cock wonderfully, while his other arm still held most of her up as he drove her into the wall again and again, and again.

After Megumi had her second orgasm, Alex actually pulled out. His cock was dripping, her cum running down her legs, so Alex pushed her to the floor and slapped her lightly across the cheek with it. "Taste yourself, Megumi… you said you wanted me, here's your proof you're right. Suck it."

She did, dutifully, eagerly, even hungrily. Megumi devoured him, and Alex reveled in the sight as well as the knowledge that she was the second woman whose mouth he'd been in that day… and knowing Elle, she'd want hers, too. Her breasts bounced inside her shirt, and as she bobbed on his length, he watched Megumi reach down and pull it up over her tits to free both nipples. Knew she wasn't wearing a bra…

He hunched over nearly sideways, mindful of the wall behind her, so he could both rest a hand on her head without trying to guide her, and play with one of the gorgeous woman's tits, too. Once he felt she'd cleaned all her flavor off of himself, Alex shifted his grip to haul her up by the armpits. She squeaked again, giggling, and then Alex kissed her once more, roughly, before spinning her around and pushing her shoulders down, toward the wall.

Megumi caught herself at the last seconds, but nearly slipped again as he drove into her core with abandon. There wasn't any more thought to her pleasure, not now. The woman he'd lusted for weeks had already cum twice; now it was his turn. Her rump shook and bounced as his abdomen clapped against it, his balls slapped over and over into her clit, and he leaned over just enough to cup one swinging, full breast with a hand to give it a squeeze. The other hand molded itself deep into Megumi's waist, holding her in place as he rutted like a madman.

Her cunt molded itself too him after so many pounding thrusts, but all Megumi could do was squeak, pant, and gasp, occasionally getting out, "Alex! Alex! More! Use me more," or some similar phrase.

So he did, relentlessly, until his balls ached, and his thick cock burned with need for release. Alex just had the focus to ask, "Cumming- where do you want it, Megu?"

Truthfully, he'd only asked because of the recent revelation that their bodies were real, and that it was no game. He didn't want to just knock up everyone he shagged, and that was, he thought, a distinct possibility.

Perhaps for the same reason, Megumi hesitated, almost too long. Just before he lost it and sent out the first few jets of semen, she shouted, "M- Mouth! Do it in my mouth!"

So he yanked himself out through great force of will, and the girl spun, dropped once more to her knees, and opened wide. Almost as if to spite the earlier climaxes, it seemed, Alex let out a huge helping, one which filled Megumi's eager, open mouth in the first three jets similar to a porn star's entire load. But it kept coming, for six, eight, ten more, forcing the girl to swallow, and thanks to his own stroking, would also necessitate wiping it from one eye, her jaw, and chin.

At least he'd kept it from her clothes.

The sound of Alex and Megumi talking animatedly as they walked up the hall of the Pokémon Center's fifth residential floor was noticed by everyone in the almost-as-silent room he and Elle shared. The girl herself was frowning in concentration at a fold-out table that had been hidden beneath the desk before. Across from her sat Robin, who had perked up at the sound just as she had. Between them on the bed, Kinta frowned down at the table too. Sitting on it was a holographic projection of a Shogi board.

Robin had just spent the last hour explaining to them both the differences between it and Chess, which somehow persisted intact across both worlds, a fact that blew Elle's mind. They were each about five moves in now, and Elle was already feeling both annoyed and cheated. She was good at Chess, but this dumb game, even if it resembled it, was unfair!

Alex, however, provided an easy out from what she was sure was going to be an absolutely embarrassing loss. "They're back," she grinned, "We'll have to continue this later. End game."

"Hey," Robin frowned, as the pieces flickered and died, taking the holo-board with it, "We could've… bah, whatever."

Both turned, Elle actually half rising from her seat, as the door slid open to reveal both Megumi and her boyfriend. He held the door open for her politely, and both of them smiled as they entered the room. "Hey," Alex greeted.

Silence.

A few seconds' worth, then Kinta groaned, "Oh, no… you didn't…"

"Didn't what?" Elle asked, confused. When she looked back at the two who'd just entered, though, Megumi couldn't meet her eyes, and both were blushing. Understanding came rapidly after that. "You did? You boned? Finally! Look at you, Sir Shags-A-Lot! First you bag Greengrass, then you have some fun with Robin, and now Megu? You stud! We're gonna have to get you tested for STD's, I think!"

"Sh- Shut up," Alex groaned, but he couldn't meet her gaze, either.

"You did!" Robin cheered, then focused her attention on the red-faced woman, "How was he? I mean, I sucked him off a few times this morning, and I love the taste of him, but I haven't gotten dicked, yet. Do you love his cock? Did he treat you right? Tell me he at least made you cream, 'cause he got me to squirt like, I dunno, ten or twelve times, and I probably hit climax at least eighteen in the few hours we had."

"Wh- wait, what?" Megumi asked, pointing at Robin, then Alex, aghast, "I thought you were with Elle!"

"I am," he chuckled sheepishly, sending a glance at Kinta, whose eyes widened, "But, you know, she- she likes to share, and…"

"And our man here benefits greatly from all the pussy he can handle," Robin giggled.

"The hell," Kinta groaned.

"They aren't kidding," Elle shrugged with a grin, "He's my boyfriend, but I've been trying to get him to fuck Robin for a couple of days, too. Almost as long as Robin's been trying. I'm actually surprised they stuck with oral this morning… Maybe we can get 'im to do another round for you tonight? If he's not worn out already, heh."

"Given how Alex generally performs, I don't think that'll be a problem," Robin giggled, "But we do have work to do. We were supposed to head for the Water Gym, remember? We have actual work to do? And then a shopping trip? I mean, I'm glad you both got some action, but we've kind of been stuck here, waiting…"

"Oh, shit," Alex muttered, "S- Sorry. Y- Yeah, we should get going. Our Pokémon should be good to go now, so are we gonna take them? And which first?"

The girls all shared a glance. "Shopping," each of them said at once.

Kinta and Alex both groaned simultaneously a moment later.

"Don't be like that," Elle giggled as she stood up, "We just don't want to carry our new outfits to the Gym, right, ladies? Besides… we'll need some men's advice when we go try them on. So let's go!"

Helping Kinta pick out something nice to wear, definitely not a suit, but a good button-up and a vest with some nice slacks, for a night on the town was thankfully easy for Alex. He'd had to go to enough functions with his parents over the years before his mother passed that he had a reasonable idea of what to expect. Even if he'd never really gone out for a night on his own, since then.

Of course, Kinta had to insist on a not-so-great color: Crimson, with black highlights.

Still, the tailor they found at the heart of the shopping district had plenty of fabric on-hand and was more than able to give a few samples, take the young man's measurements, and promise a full work-up by two in the afternoon the following day. That meant, at least, that they didn't have to hurry to make both the Gym Scouting Mission , as Robin had started calling it while they walked, and their Night Out Mission , which Elle had coined immediately after, have to conflict or butt up against each other.

Though, he knew, it was cutting their one week to either meet with Executive Ariana, or get out of Cerulean a little closer.

His own outfit was a bit tougher to find, and would require even more tailoring than making it from scratch. The man in charge had never made a tuxedo in the style of Alex's world, and had never even heard of such a thing. So he spent half an hour describing and even sketching out each piece, and how they all tied together.

Thankfully, the older gentleman and his son who ran the boutique tailor seemed intrigued by the challenge, and even liked the overall style, so they promised to do what they could. For Alex, things would be closer still: his tux would not be ready until nearly five, which left him barely any time to pick it up, return to the PMC, and then get ready to go.

While he and Kinta were still at the tailor's, Alex asked, "So these suits are for a night out on the town. Me, my girlfriend, Kinta here, his sister, and another of their, uh, friends."

"Say no more," the older man chuckled, "We'll make sure you're both right snazzy. This 'tux' of yours is a new thing, might cause some confusion, but those in the know will look and see avante garde, not garbage. It might get a bit warm if you're dancing, but…"

"That's why the jacket and vest can both come off," Alex reminded him. "Anyway, we're all kind of new in Cerulean. Any recommendations of a good place to eat? Somewhere near, or even in, the, uh, pleasure district?"

The older man coughed.

His son sent his dad a pair of rolling eyes, "Quit being a prude, Dad. You know that district's here to stay, whether Mom would agree or not." Then he turned to Alex, "I can recommend the Scarred Corsola. It's got amazing seafood, and these little curled pink fries- pretty sure they're dusted in actual Corsola shell- that are both salty and sweet. My wife loves the place. It's, uh… maybe a bit low-brow for your new clothes, but only a bit. Still pretty upscale. I believe Kinta's would fit in alright, but you might want to forego the jacket and vest there. Not that it would cause less stir, but it's less likely to get messy that way."

"Point taken," Alex nodded, "The Scarred Corsola. I'll get the address online, thanks."

"No problem," the younger tailor said with a smile, "If you can, ask for a waitress named Angie. She's my wife's friend, and she'll get you a good table. And tell her Franco said hi."

"Will do. Thanks again," Alex said with a grin, and resolved to tip the man exceptionally well when he picked up his outfit the next day.

They may have to deal with Rockets, yes… but the night was still looking like it was going to be a blast.

Now, they just had to get some useful information on the Water Gym.