A/N: Woo! Hey guys. Not much to say, really. Just gonna write.

And yes, my pairings are actually a bit... Different. But lemme tell y'all right now: That's the way I like it! Haha.

So enjoy guys. Send in yo requests anytime!

Disclaimer: Do the Pokemon creators read these Fanfics? Cuz if they do, then damn.

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Chapter 2: Steven x Jasmine

Steven sighed. These meetings never ceased to bore him. Although the gathering of gym leaders, elite four, and champions (even the newly retired ones), seemed to be all fun and cool, frankly, it wasn't.

It had been 3 hours since the meeting came to a close, but of course there had to be some sort of after party after said meeting. And with parties came booze. And with booze came comical stupidity.

Not Steven though. He'd want to keep his dignity. He was on a table quite far from the action, where the heavy sounds and lights were at it's max. He'd want to stay away from that crap until the duration of this "meeting". He couldn't even leave because technically the meeting didnt end until AFTER the party. Which pretty much sucked for people like Steven. He just took another sip of his drink and checked his watch. 12:45. Fuck. The meeting had was yet to come to a close, and truthfully Steven was starting to just bail when suddenly a huge man in boots and a red cape came crashing into the chair next to him.

"Steven! Mah maaaan!" Lance yelled, obviously drunk beyond his wits. He was holding a giant bottle of scotch in his right hand, and his left hand was currently trying to wrap itself around Steven's shoulders. Steven moved one seat away.

"Dude", Lance drunkenly sounded, his eyes glazed and a stupid looking smile on his face. "I think I've just noticed how HOT the bitches are tonight". Lance made an exaggerated hand gesture. "WHOOO! I mean, dude, you see Cynthia and Diantha man? Fuck, man, they got some body!" Lance yelled once more, taking a sloppy drink from his scotch. He coughed a bit, then continued.

"Or what about that usually stoic Sabrina, eh? Damn bro put a lil bit of whisky in her and she's wilder than a Tauros in heat!". Lance coninued naming off random female gym leaders, even saying that he'd bang that bitch Clair one day, forgetting the fact that she was his cousin.

"What about you, man? Got any doll you gonna-" before Lance got to properly finish his sentence, his eyes suddenly rolled back into his head, and he slumped onto the table. Dead unconscious. Steven snorted. 'Thats what you get when you drink light then hard, dumb-ass.' Steven rose, just about completely sure he was gonna leave this hellhouse, when he bumped into someone.

"Oh, sorry. Just trying to avoid... All this." a soft, innocent voice said. Steven regained his senses to see a beautiful woman, somewhere around her early 20's, wearing her signature white summer dress.

It was Jasmine, gym leader of Olivine City, caring user of the impenetrable Steel type.

And she wasn't drunk.

"Well it's nice to see someone else that hasn't succumbed to this madness". Steven said. He wasn't really close to Jasmine, all he knew was that she was a Steel type user, just like him. This made him feel a certain... Companionship with her, knowing that Steel was their preferred choice of type.

She smiled at him before walking out the door. And without a second thought, Steven followed her. She was about to call a taxi, but then Steven called out.

"Hey, uh, this might seem a bot weird, but, can I, uh, it'll be my... Pleasure, to, umm, give you a ride home?" Steven said. Damn, he sucked when it came to girls.

Jasmine gave him an amused glance. But then she smiled and said "Alright then, Mr. Stone. And what sort of, ahem, travel shall we utilize this night?" she asked, head cocked to one side, a small smile playing on her lips.

Steven heated up, a bit taken aback by her sudden flirtatiousness. He didn't really care thought, it probably turned him on like fuck. He gulped and steeled himself (haha pun).

"We can ride Skarmory if you want, but we can also just teleport to Olivine." he said. The meeting was held in the Battle Frontier, but Steven didn't doubt that Metagross could easily teleport them to Johto with nothing more than a blink of an eye.

In the end they just flew there, taking in the sights and the scenery. They flew passed Alto Mare and within a few more minutes (Skarmory was abnormally fast), saw the light of Olivine Lighthouse. They landed directly in front of Olivine gym, both trainers getting off the steel bird. Steven called it back into it's ball and stood there with her.

Jasmine's body caught the moonlight perfectly, her white dress seeming more vibrant in the night. She looked up at him, and even though they only met approximately an our ago, Steven thought he had the greatest relationship with her.

"Thanks for the ride." she smiled, that same flirtatious glint in her eyes. 'Fuck' Steven thought. 'I thought this girl was shy...' he got jarred outta his thoughts when he saw Jasmine open her gym doors just a peep, gestured for Steven to follow her, and went inside. Steven immediately followed.

Well, so much for being shy.

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And there he was, his pants down and his cock standing straight up, getting sucked by a slutty girl who he thought was shy. He was sitting on a couch, his hands grabbing her beautiful brunette hair, urging her to suck faster.

Steven didn't even remember Joe he got into this situation. Just that Jasmine had thanked him for his generosity and that she needed to 'repay the favor'.

One thing led to another, and now Steven understood four things:

1. Jasmine was just using her shyness as a facade to cover up her REAL personality.

2. Steven was a lucky fuck.

3. Jasmine knew how to suck cock, and

4. This was gonna be a gooood night.

All this Steven processed as his huge cock was being sucked by the horny gym leader. He thrusted into her hot mouth, earning a moan from Jasmine. He pulled on her hair and groaned, arching his back against the couch. He thrusted faster, wanting to feel those tight lips encircle his cock even more.

Jasmine was a pro in the BJ department, and not many men knew it. That kid Ethan got to experience it long back, an also that Ash kid from the good ol days.

But they were only boys. Steven was a man, and an equally man-ish cock to prove it.

He shoved down hard into her mouth, Jasmine moaning sultrily as he felt his thick seed flow down her throat and into her stomach. Spicy. Her favorite flavor, too.

After his orgasmic explosion died down, he pulled out, his dick still hard and now glistening with Jasmine's saliva.

"Wow, uh, damn Jasmine, I, uh, heh, really. Wow." Steven was at a loss for words. Here he was, just ejaculating inside a hot gym leader he barely knew, his cock now glistening with her saliva, and fuck he didn't know what to think. Maybe it was because they were both steel type users, or maybe they were the only ones to stay sober in that drunken party, maybe it was-

Steven's thoughts were abruptly cut off when he felt Jasmine lower herself on him. His throbbing 12 inch monstrosity met her entrance, causing moans from the two. Jasmine steadily lowered herself upon him inch by inch, until she thought 'Fuck it' and slammed herself upon him.

Steven, the lucky bastard, groaned and held her bare hips. Oh yea, forgot to mention that Jasmine was already fully naked when she started sucking him off.

Her small but bountiful breasts were bouncing with every motion, going up and down and up and down on that meat.

Steven timed his upward thrusts with her drops, a wondrous sexual harmony between the two. He gripped Jasmine's hips tighter, thrusting faster into her tight velvety walls of beauty. She rode him nice and smooth, slamming down on him faster, her tits bouncing with every drop.

Jasmine moaned once more, overcome by the sensuality of his cock. He was bigger than that Ethan kid, and also a bit bigger than the Lighthouse Ampharos that she sometimes fucked. He felt his hands go up to her boobs, fondling and squeezing them with a sort of care. Her walls clenched around his cock, engulfing it in a vice-like state.

"Aaah shit, Jas! I'm... Fuck fuck fuck!" Steven growled as he suddenly flipped them both, Jasmine on her hands and knees, her knees balanced at the edge of the couch while Steven went primal and doggy-styled her pussy into oblivion.

Jasmine screamed in ecstasy, her orgasm rushing through her and drenching Steven's cock, which promptly made him go faster, eager for his own release. He slammed into her tight pussy, mercilessly thrusting 12 inches of hard meat into her.

Faster and faster, Jasmine's screams music to his ears. Her cries of "Fuck me faster!" and "Oh yes more!" urging Steven to give 3 more powerful thrusts until he slammed into her, ejecting his seed into her womb. He stayed in that position for a while, his head on her beautiful brown locks, inhaling her smell.

Steven slowly removed himself out of her. Jasmine fell on the couch, breathing heavily, Steven following her shortly, also panting from that wild sex.

A few minutes of silence between them, their sweat and love juices mingling and tarnishing the couch. Steven looked at Jasmine, who was looking at him with playful eyes.

"Round Two on the bed will start in... 10 seconds". She said, a seductive grin on her face. Steven's cock went full alert once more. He smiled.

"It's gonna start earlier than 10 seconds". He said. And he suddenly grabbed her, carrying her to the bedroom, where they'd continue with their passion until Round 6.

"Damn dude, how'd you cook up am aphrodisiac that strong?" the confused Lance asked.

Lucian smiled. He may be a Psychic, but he also excelled in fields of Chemistry. "I had help from a few people". He said, a twinkle behind his glasses. It was two nights after the 'meeting' and Lance along with a few other people who knew about the aphrodisiac, were reviewing the tape of their latest 'test subject', which was of course Jasmine.

They had mixed it in with a glass of water that had been served for her. And seeing as she drank the whole thing, the drug must've taken full effect.

"She fucked like a beast. That aphrodisiac is some potent stuff". said Volkner.

"I should use that shit on my wife. That'd make her waaaay more crazy in bed". Norman smiled, images of his naked wife making him get a lil bit excited.

Lucian replayed the video, and leaned back on his swivel chair. The other "members" of the group sat down on their own chairs, facing the mastermind. Lucian smiled.

"Alright guys, who should we drug next?" he asked, a sly smile on his face.

And then the members started screaming out the hottest ladies they could think of at the moment, wanting to see them get wild.

Another successful 'meeting', if you asked Lucian. They continued to debate on who to drug next for hours, until they had a unanimous decision.

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A decision I wont be revealing! Haha, bet that ending caught you guys off guard eh? It was real random too.

So there y'all have it folks. Chappie 2. Stick round, and send in yo requests.

Baaaiii.