Pokémon: Cast Away [Ze Blitzkrieg]

[Lazy Kitsune]

Cotton places a hand on your shoulder reassuringly. Though she's quick to physically comfort you, she seems at a loss of what to say. You heard how much she looked up to Xenarth earlier. This whole situation must come as quite the shock to her.

"I'm sure this is just a misunderstanding." She eventually manages to say, although she sounds like she's trying to convince herself just as much as you, if not more so. "Once Sylvia's had a chance to talk to him I'm sure he'll come around and there'll be no issue. I've never known him to turn any visitor away before, even when times are tough. I don't see any reason why he should turn you away now."

To Cotton and Hazel this must make no sense at all. As far as they are concerned, you're just a Pokémon they don't recognise. How exactly could you broach the topic of being a human, even if you wanted to, without knowing if they know what that meant or not? If they knew as much about the situation as Xenarth did, would they still be supporting you? Or would they want to drive you out of town just as quickly as their beloved Elder.

Whatever such revelations would bring, you at least have them on your side for now, and they seem to want to turn your attention towards other matters.

"Well, mom said we should show you around town while you're here at least." Hazel says, trying to put on a happy smile. "So what strikes your fancy the most? Want to get something to eat at the market. Or maybe cleaned up at the bathhouse. Ooh, or maybe you want to try out the dojo for a bit?"

The two of them start to lead you away from Xenarth's secluded home and back towards the heart of the town. Cotton quickly takes lead of the direction the three of you are walking in, however, veering you towards the building she pointed out to you earlier.

"We should stop by the care center before all that, just to be on the safe side." Cotton says. "Bryce has had a long day already and we should at least see if they can give him a quick check over before we take him about town. Especially if we end up going somewhere like the dojo."

They lead you towards the building with an egg shape sign from before. Once again you find yourself catching more than a fair share of glances from passing Pokémon, however you're making less of a scene than you did when you first passed through the town. Word seems to have gotten around quick and people seem less surprised and more curious by the sight of you. If word of your arrival reached everyone so fast, you wonder how long it'll take before everyone also knows you're soon to be kicked out.

When you enter the care center at least some of that tension melts away immediately. The air inside is soothing and gentle, scented candles filling the room with a calming aroma. The lighting in the main entrance was dimmed compared to outside and the woodwork walls and furnishings topped with comfy pillows gave everything a very cosy feel to it.

You recognised a Chansey and Blissey that seemed to be working here as members of staff, speaking to visitors who were either checking in or out in very hushed and soothing tones. The only free member of staff seemed to be up ahead at the reception desk, which Cotton led you over to. She looked to be a Kirlia and looked to be about Hazel's age. She doesn't seem to be paying much attention to you, reading what seems to be a magazine of all things about... Pokégirls Gone Wild Weekly? Huh... maybe not the kind of person you would normally put at the front desk in a place like this. She's quite cute though. Flat chested and a bit of a shorty, but very pretty.

Cotton clears her throat after a few moments to announce your presence while waiting at the desk. The Kirlia doesn't respond at first. Cotton repeats herself and the Kirlia licks the tip of her finger and then turns the page of her magazine before saying "You should see a doctor for that cough, Cotton." quite dryly. Though you detect an accent in her voice that stands out compared to the other locals, giving her a bit of fancifulness to her. As if an anthropomorphic pokémon needed to be more exotic.

"Revelé, is your mother free."

"Doctor Pirouette has a lot of patients to attend to. I'm sorry if you bruised your fat butt bouncing around again but you'll have to wait till later."

Cotton slams her hands down on the desk, abruptly ending the calm atmosphere of this place. "Excuse me! What did you say, brat?"

Revelé sets her magazine down, showing a particularly explicit page about a pair of Poochyena sisters showing off for the camera. Well... you guess they have cameras here... somewhere. You can definitely see why fat butts might be on her mind.

"I said you had fat butt and everyone in town knows when you're coming because it keeps clapping as you bounce down the street you bimbo bunny!"

"You take that back you scrawny little punk! If I didn't have more important things to do right now I'd-"

"You'd what? Distract me with that boob window on that top of yours while you bounce around some more? What are you trying to rescue Pokémon from, blue balls?"

"Alright, that's it!"

Saving you from having to hold Cotton back from clambering over the desk - or stepping back and watching the show - a loud harrumph draws everyone's attention over towards the doctor of the house. Elegant, composed, and very disapproving right now, a Gardevoir steps out from one of the rooms in the back and towards the four of you. "This place is supposed to be one of calming and healing energy." she says, setting her hands on her hips. "Arguments in the lobby are anything but that."

Well damn, now you had another hot milf on your hands. This one dressed in a doctor's coat and... very little else. It was like she stepped straight out of a porno, with that coat slipped on over little more than a swimsuit... or was it underwear. Rich of Revelé to go on about Cotton's outfit when her own mother dressed like this. Though unless she was expecting a significant, localised growth spurt in her next evolution it looks like Revelé missed out on whatever genetics gave her mother such large breasts and wide hips. Maybe that's one of the reasons she's taking it out on Cotton so much.

"Revelé, what do you say to Cotton."

The bratty Kirlia grumbles, but a stern glare from her mother gets her to cough up a louder response. "Sorry Cotton."

"That's a good boy, now why don't you-" the rest of the Gardevoir's words refuse to register in your head as it locks onto that one word. Boy. Revelé is a... what? You have to do a double take, just from how gosh darn girly he looks. He catches you looking his way too while Cotton and Gardevoir start talking and he shoots you a quick glare.

"What are you staring at?" he says with a huff. Damn, that does not sound like a guy's voice, but you guess you can hear it know that you know its the case.

The Gardevoir (Pirouette)

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The Kirlia (Revelé)

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[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It felt a little cruel, being offered a tour of the town after being so thoroughly rebuked by its leader. Ordinarily, he would have been thrilled to be shown around a new town by a duo of bombshells, at least one of whom seemed rather smitten with his presence. But what did it matter if he was shown the bathhouse, or the market, or dojo if he was to be cast out the moment he was given a clean bill of health? In light of that knowledge, it was difficult to put on a brave face for Cotton and Hazel and pretend he wasn't seething over the elder's behavior. Given that they had both tried their best to be good to him during their very brief time together, however, he owed at least a comparable amount of enthusiasm in turn.

"I'd be happy to see it all, Hazel. Show me a good time."

Cotton proved to be the more prudent of the two, of course, in diverting their little tour towards an infirmary of sorts. It was probably for the best, given the looks he was receiving from the various 'mon they passed by. Hardnut Town seemed the sort of place where word spread fast, and if they were half as attached to their elder and his opinions as Cotton, it was only a matter of time before public opinion was liable to turn from curiosity to hostility. The soothing interior of the healing hall proved a welcome departure from that gnawing bit of anxiety.

The conduct of its staff... not so much. As had been his way since arriving, Bryce contented himself for a time to observe. Inserting oneself into preexisting relationships was always difficult, and it took time for him to figure out where the various Pokémon of the town stood with each other. The fact they were, at least in part, Pokémon to begin with added a layer to things. His run-in with Hydris and Team Fang had proven that while the inhabitants of Hardnut behaved largely as humans did, their species still had some bearing on their behavior.

How quickly Revelé ridiculed Cotton and immediately jumped to hostilities certainly might have had something to do with the history behind them. The way she spoke to the bouncy bunny wasn't too different from some of the girls back in Solaceon Town with more... petite figures did when confronted with their more blessed counterparts. Jealousy seemed to have poisoned the little Psychic against her more buxom community members. It had never much mattered to him how big a woman's assets were, but his thoughts didn't matter much when it came to a woman's self-esteem.

Ordinarily.

Revelé was not an ordinary girl, however. Revelé was a Kirlia. Psychic Pokémon tended to be rather in tune with the emotions of those around them, but the Gardevoir line took that a step further. Figure-based rivalries aside, coming into the clinic awash with negativity and hostility probably influenced the poor lass more than anything, and he knew from his time with the species that providing an optimistic, positive environment was key to their happiness. The need to purge the foul feelings Xenarth cultivated in him became all the more important.

Something made significantly easier by the arrival of the good doctor herself. He loved women of every shape and size, that much was true, but there was something about the refined, voluptuous figure of a more experienced woman that really got him going. That Hardnut's MILFs seemed as eager to show off their assets as their younger counterparts only made his fondness all the more prevalent, and he found himself fighting the urge to ogle Dr. Pirouette as she played the peacekeeper he had hoped to be. It spoke well of her esteem that she managed to so easily settle the conflict between Cotton and her son with little more than a request.

Her son, Revelé.

His eyes widened somewhat at the realization. The reveal that the cute, bratty secretary at the counter was a male certainly re-contextualized some of Bryce's assumptions about him. It also explained the very keen interest in the female figure. Part of him felt a little guilty, mistaking him for another cute girl to fantasize about. But could he really have been blamed? If there were any boys back home that looked half as cute, spoke half as prettily, and cocked such an attitude at him, they would've been just as liable to end up face-down in the straw in a puddle of their own making as any of the barnyard beauties he had spent his youth bedding.

There was maybe even something a little titillating about it. Getting a soft, feminine-looking boy to submit. Proving to them how much more of a man he was with every deep, long stroke. Working their soft, svelt body until they couldn't help but cum all over themselves like the girl they felt they needed to be. Bryce swallowed as he tried to bury that thought down; he was already worked up enough with the female figures of Hardnut. No need to lose himself in lust for the males too.

It seemed his idle fantasy had caught Revelé's attention as well. Clearing his throat, he considered just how best to respond. Whatever it was, it had to be positive. Anything to help disarm the Psychic-type and his obviously sore feelings.

"Sorry, I was just taken aback at the resemblance is all. You certainly inherited your mother's grace."

Something told Bryce that implying they were both beautiful would rub the little guy the wrong way, and given that he had just had thoughts of wanting to rub him in a very, very right way, it seemed a better bet to placate his ego. He extended a hand and a genuine smile to the diminutive 'mon.

"Name's Bryce. I'm a, ah, temporary guest of the elder. It's a pleasure to meet you, Revelé."

The good doctor could not be ignored, of course, and once he had the pleasure of greeting her boy, he turned to face her instead.

"You as well, doctor. I uh, might have had a little mishap on the way here and ended up drowning a little. Cotton fished me out of the ocean and brought me back just fine, but it seems her conscience won't let me go without a check-up. Do you think you could squeeze me in?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

Revelé seemed more puzzled by your compliment than anything else, his eyebrow twitching as it seems unsure it wants to frown or arch in surprise. He settles on narrowing his eyes to a squint as he looks at your outstretched hand apprehensively. "You being funny or something?" he asks, pursing his lips and letting out an exasperated puff of air.

"Revelé, what have we said about manners?" Pirouette cuts in, her voice staying somewhat soothing even as she scolds her son. She turns to you with a polite smile. "I'm sorry about him, he's at a stage right now where his emotions are very... palpable. It is a pleasure to meet you Bryce. Revelé..."

Revelé squirms for a few moments under his mother's gaze before reaching out to take your hand, shaking it briskly before withdrawing and plucking up his magazine once again, quickly burying his face in two pairs of Poochyena tits. He grumbles something into the magazine and a gentle sigh from his mother encourages him to speak up again louder. "It's a pleasure to meet you too, Bryce. I apologise for my rude behaviour."

"Good boy. Now make sure you continue to be polite to our town's guest or I'll have to confiscate that magazine of yours."

This gets Revelé's attention more directly as he lifts his head up from the smutty pages before him in alarm. "But Mama! You know how rarely we get new issues shipped in!"

"Now, now, Revelé. All you need to do is be nice and polite to Bryce. Surely that's something you can manage."

You hear an audible gulp come from the Kirlia and a few moments later he closes the magazine and tucks it away under his desk. He folds his hands over his lap and gives you the sweetest of smiles. You could almost forget how he had been behaving just moments ago. Almost. Curious how his mother doesn't seem to have an issue with his choice of reading material, though with how everyone dressed maybe smut - even if it might be leaning more on the softcore side - wasn't as much of a public taboo here as it was back home.

With that matter resolved, Pirouette returns her attention to you. "Well, Bryce, on an initial assessment I'd say you're doing quite well for someone who almost drowned. No shortness of breath, shivering and you seem to be standing steadily enough. I'm afraid I'm not familiar with your species, so I don't know if there's anything in particular you would want me to check to see if you are healthy that is unique to your kind." She presses her hand to her chin as she looks you over. "Are you a Fighting type, perhaps? You certainly have the fit build for it."

She reaches out to gently squeeze at your arm, biting her lower lip in thought as she adjusts her glasses to get a better look at you. "Yes, that would make sense... hmm..." She releases you arm and straightens her back. Her hands clasp together in front of her, leading to her arms pushing her breasts together, sticking them out as they sandwich the ridge between them. "I'm quite tight right now, so fitting you in would be difficult." There's no way that wasn't deliberate... although she doesn't seem to be talking any less sweetly than before and no one else seems to be acting oddly to how she just phrased that.

"But I've been teaching Revelé everything I know and he's more than capable of managing an evaluation like this. If you want, the two of you can use my office while I see to sorting out medication for some of our regular patients. Revelé can give you an examination and you can let him know what health matters are unique to your species that we should be aware of while you stay here. That way we can be better prepared for you in the future."

"Mama!" Revelé calls out, face aghast at being put forward for this.

"Haven't you been complaining about being stuck behind the desk all day? This is a good chance for you to put your training to use." Pirouette says, before her gentle smile grows a little wider and sunnier as she adds "Or maybe you're telling me you're finally done reading that magazine of yours."

Revelé swallows once more and turns to face you with a gentle smile mirroring his mother's. "I would be happy to carry out your examination, Bryce."

"Hmmph, not so snippy are you now, brat?" Cotton comments, to which Revelé turns to her with a sneer.

"Bounce off! Or better yet, bounce on my cock!"

Cotton's eyes go wide and she starts balling her fists. "Watch it, punk! Didn't your mother just tell you to be polite?"

"To the town's guest! Your fat cheeks can be heard clapping by every day whenever you hop through the town!"

"Shorty!"

"Bimbo!"

Pirouette ends the back and forth with another clearing of her throat, and both Cotton and Revelé turn to look at her apologetically, bowing their heads in unison. Once they've apologised, Pirouette smiles as she continues to talk to you. "On the other hand, if you would prefer, I could do the examination myself. It would take some work fitting you in, though. We would either have to do a quickie now, or I can check my schedule for my next opening. I've been spreading myself a lot lately though, so it may be a while."

Seriously... how does she say all that with such an innocent and gentle tone? Can she not hear it?

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though he had only been there for a short time, Hardnut Town seemed to keep throwing curveballs at Bryce. When he first caught a glimpse of the fortified little settlement amidst a steamy jungle, it was easy enough to assume that he had washed up on a deserted island out of an old adventure flick, where the only natives lived in their humble little hamlet and struggled against the elements all around them. The clothing that the inhabitants wore certainly lent it an air of modernity that stuck out in stark contrast to the architecture, surely, but for Revelé to be so enraptured by an honest-to-goodness girly mag, let alone for him to let it slip that such things were shipped to the town? Perhaps there was a chance that his upcoming exile was not as much of a death sentence as he had first assumed. Maybe he could hitchhike to a different town with a scantily clad Arcanine, trading miles for orgasms all along the way...

But those thoughts were for a different time. With the good doctor finally willing to address him, Bryce perked up as best he could under her watchful gaze. It certainly seemed that she liked what she saw: though she kept her saccharine professionalism, the way she commented on his physique, touching his arm, biting her lip... it was pretty clear to him that she enjoyed what she saw almost as much as he enjoyed her. The innocuous innuendo that punctuated her words only drove that home all the more.

For all her sweetness, she did give him a choice, however. The polite thing to do was accommodate her busy schedule. Revelé, for all his attitude, was probably a proficient enough healer to give him a once over and provide him with a clean bill of health. There was some fun to be had there, of course, in making the mouthy little Kirilia examine the body his mother was so interested in. It was hard to say whether or not he'd find it half as titillating as the woman who had birthed him, of course, but nothing ventured meant nothing gained. Of course, even if he was inclined to be curious about what the newcomer hid beneath his more conservative clothing, Bryce doubted he was liable to get the cute little Psychic-type to put his bratty mouth to use on anything more than sharp barbs, given their unfamiliarity.

Pirouette proved a more promising prospect. The way she spoke, the way she acted, all told him that she was inclined to humor his desires, if only to satiate some of her own. It felt a damn shame to relegate their little meeting to a mere quickie, but given that he wasn't sure he would be allowed to stay long enough for a proper follow-up, perhaps it was all the better to experience her physician's touch as soon as possible. He'd never forgive himself if he passed up an opportunity to bed even one of Hardnut's many bodacious babes.

"Ah, well, if you can manage, I'd appreciate it if you could fit me in. There are certain... aspects of my species that you might be best qualified to examine. It can be a lot to handle for an inexperienced physician."

He offered the Gardevoir a sideways grin, hoping that his less-than-subtle attempt at innuendo got his point across well enough and that they were of one mind on the matter. Even if they only had a few minutes to work out what ailed him, the opportunity to empty his balls was too good to pass up, if only because it'd help him focus on more than just the juicy pairs of tits that so regularly bounced before him during his impromptu tour of the town.

"Once we've got a handle on that, though, I certainly wouldn't mind letting Revelé take over. I'm sure he's more than capable of handling the rest of the exam while you get back to your patients."

[Lazy Kitsune]

There's a soft sigh from Cotton to your side who makes a point of rolling her eyes if you look to see her expression when you hit on Pirouette. Its more of a reaction your innuendo laden words get out of anyone else so it seems she's either the only one who noticed or the only one who cared. "You're incorrigible, you know that? Just make sure you get checked over properly, okay?" she murmurs to you.

Pirouette hums softly, nodding to herself as she concludes some internal reorganising of her schedule to make sure she has time for you. "I will do my best, I make sure to leave all my patients as satisfied as I can." she gestures gracefully with one arm unfurling off to her side, guiding your attention over towards the doorway she first emerged from. "If you would follow me, we can begin your examination. We'll have to talk in more depth about your species when we have more time. It'll be useful in case any more of your kind come to visit us or if you fall ill during your stay."

You won't have much time to fall ill during your stay with the way things are going currently, but at least the invitation to meet with her again is a nice gesture. She turns her attention to Hazel and Cotton. "Its so kind of the both of you to escort Bryce here in person. You are free to wait here and make yourselves comfortable if you would like. Revelé, remember your manners while I'm gone. I'll call for you to continue the examination when I'm done."

Hazel and Cotton both nod, bowing and giving thanks to Doctor Pirouette for taking a look at you. Hazel turns to you with a sweet smile of her own. "I hope it all goes well. I'll be waiting here to show you around once you've been given a clean bill of health."

Revelé sighs, but makes sure to keep himself composed enough to smile. "I will, mama." he says, sending a sideways glance over towards Cotton but holding his tongue - at least for while his mother was in the room.

The graceful MILF starts to lead you away. She moves with a light, floating step as if her feet didn't even touch the ground. There was an almost angelic innocence to the air around her in stark contrast to the incredibly revealing outfit around her absurdly sexy body. Within a few moments you find yourself alone with her, but the serene calm atmosphere of the reception isn't gone. In fact, its almost intensified as you step into Pirouette's office. The gentle light of aromatic candles coupled with modest use of naturalistic furniture provides a feel more closely resembling a spa room than a doctor's office. There was even a bench laid out with towels and a bed seemingly more well set up for massages than examinations.

"Please make yourself comfortable. Disrobe if you would like." she says, offering space on a wooden bench for you to set your clothes.

"Once you feel relaxed and open I will begin a cursory examination. Now... you said there was something in particular about your species that needed my attention. What would that be?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The grin that Bryce shot towards Cotton was of a far more sheepish variety than the one he directed toward the good doctor. Whether he was wearing on her patience or she truly was concerned for him, he could not say. He made a note to try making it up to her once they had finished their tour and he had a chance to settle down: she had saved his life, after all. Perhaps she deserved a reward for all her bravery and tolerance. What reward he could offer her aside from the pleasure of his company, he could not say, though as a veteran of the Pokémon breeding industry, he had a few ideas for the matter.

Still, Cotton's reward would have to wait until he received his own. Nodding gratefully to Pirouette, he offered a charming little smile toward Hazel, who proved herself as naive as she was sweet to the undertones of the conversation before her.

"I'm in good hands, I'm sure. I'll try not to keep you all waiting too long!"

And with that, he departed. The atmosphere of the clinic was... strange. Not in a bad way, necessarily. It was just unusual to find oneself so at ease after such a hectic day. The interior of the clinic certainly helped; the sweet scent, the candles, and the natural colors all lent it a nurturing and restorative air. Knowing Pokémon as well as he did, however, he couldn't help but credit at least some of it to the woman in charge of the operation. Gardevoir were powerful Psychic-types, after all, and they were known for their empathetic abilities. A fortunate thing that Pirrouette dedicated hers toward helping and healing others.

Once they were safely in her office space, Bryce wasted little time heeding the good doctor's words. In a more ideal circumstance, he might have tried to put on a little tease for the kindly MILF who proved to be so accommodating of him, to try and stoke a little fire in her belly with every chiseled line of his hard-earned physique. But they were on a timer, and frankly, his clothes were still soaked through to the core. He set each article down as gingerly as he could as he peeled them away, starting with his shirt and working his way down until he was free of everything but his boxer shorts.

"What was it? Well, it's a little embarrassing, if I'm honest. That's why I figured it best if we could discuss it in private. It concerns... reproduction."

Given her own species, how much his coyness mattered was up for debate, but coming out and just saying he wanted to fuck like nobody's business just seemed rude. If he wrapped it up in a story, well, at least one could be forgiven for believing him and perhaps indulging his needs.

"See, I'm a Human. We're a pretty rare sort, especially around these parts, and so you'd be forgiven for not knowing this, but Humans... we're big on mating. Very big on mating. I know most 'mon enjoy a good rut during their season. But for us Humans? Our season is every single day. It's a rare night where a Human couple doesn't spend a few hours going at each other."

It wasn't necessarily a lie. Not for him, at least. His libido had been obscenely strong since he was old enough to have one. Given the opportunity, he'd spend every morning, afternoon, and night between a pretty woman's legs. He could only hope the sincerity of that desire shined through his bullshit.

"It's very important for us Humans to have regular release. Otherwise, we get all stressed out and pent up... and, well, it's been a very stressful day for me."

Standing proud and near enough naked before her as he was, Bryce had little issue with hooking his thumb into the waistband of his boxers and tugging it down and down, passed the hard, muscular taper of his abdomen and beyond the neatly trimmed patch of hair above his sex. The first few inches of his long, heavy shaft just barely peeked out of the wet fabric, the rest snaking quite visibly between his thighs and down one of the legs due to its sheerness.

"So... I was hoping you might be willing to help me work it all out. I can't promise it'll be quick, but I will definitely repay the favor. I owe you that much."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The fun thing about psychic Pokémon was that the line between where their trainer's emotions ended and their own began was often blurred. This helped them build strong bonds faster than other Pokémon types and know when their trainer was hurting or wanted to play. And if your assessment of what happened to Revelé earlier was anything to go by, the more anthropomorphic variety seemed to be of a similar nature. If you come to them with a strong enough mood and they leave themselves open to it, it can either exaggerate their current disposition, or sway them to one more in line with yours. And no Pokémon was more open minded, and open hearted, than Gardevoir.

Your claims may be full of shit and your intentions the shadiest they've ever been, but you were a lustful man at the best of times. Having spent the better part of the day surrounded by scantily clad, curvaceous ladies, at least a couple of which you seemed to have an in with, you were raring to go. It wasn't just lust flowing off of you and into the gentle, soothing aura of Pirouette. It was hunger. A need. A desperate urge to pin one of these fine pieces of ass down and rut them until you found out whether or not they were in the same 'egg group' as humans.

And whether she was consciously aware of it or not, it was working on Pirouette. You were her patient, so she was making herself more keenly attuned to your emotions, especially as you started to explain you situation. With your clothes gone, she drew closer to you, passing her gaze over your body. But after her initial examination, she closed her eyes and you noted the ridge between her breasts seemed to gently glow. It was then that the influence of your presence on her had a strong enough impact for you to pick up on. The tight black fabric of her bikini top tensed as her nipples started to push out. She seemed to gasp and shudder slightly as she held out her palm and waved it slowly up and down before you, as if tracing the shape of your body without touching you. You saw some colour come to her cheeks, and her stance shifted, losing a hint of the immaculate composure she had before. You were making her horny just by being horny around her.

Maybe her lack of experience with humans left her susceptible to your own emotions, or by opening herself up to give you your evaluation she also left herself vulnerable to your intended influence to get her in the mood. Either way, you could tell you were having an effect on her. Perhaps there was ways you could push this by focusing on a particular interest or desire you want to draw out of her. Be that a way you want her to act or think about you or feel. See if you could leave an imprint while you seemed to have this psychic boon over her.

As you get to showing off the source of your 'problem', her eyes flutter open just in time to see your boxers tugged enough to show off the beginnings of your already thick member. "Oh my..." she murmured. "I can sense you seem to be suffering... Please, allow me to take a closer look. Does your species have any remedies for when you are unable to procure a mate for whatever reason?"

As she asks this question, she lowers herself onto her knees. She reaches out to rest one hand against your boxers, while the other adjusts her glasses to make sure she had a clear view of your crotch. She waits for your permission before taking any further action, clearly intending to remove your boxers entirely to make a hands on examination of your cock.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Piecing together what was unfolding before him was an interesting experience for Bryce. It seemed that he was not only correct in thinking that the Gardevoir line, even in their more humanoid shape, would maintain their empathy, but that his incessant raunchiness also seemed to rub off on them. Pirouette, sweet woman that she was, had opened herself up to it all the more, but part of him could not help but wonder if other Psychic-types were similarly vulnerable to strong emotions. If that were the case, then getting dear little Revelé to explore some... unconventional forms of mating was perhaps an easier task than initially anticipated.

However, with his mother drawing close to him, practically dripping with arousal, the last thing in Bryce's mind was the diminutive Kirilia. His eyes were shameless in their feasting, drinking in her body as she grew aroused by his ardor. There was something ridiculously hot about it all, seeing her sweet, pleasant, professional attitude melt away into nervous desire. He wanted more of it. He wanted to see that composure melt, see her lose herself in her lust. The gentle, refined older woman that was slowly overcome with need for her young, virile patient, wanting nothing more than to pleasure him and satisfy his animal lust before he overwhelmed her entirely.

Those were the feelings he kept at the forefront of his mind, the wishes he meant to imprint on her as she sunk onto her knees before him. Reaching down, he brushed a few fingers through her pretty blue hair, his thumb caressing her cheek as she reached for his boxers.

"Mm.. Well, sometimes, when mating properly is out of the question, a female might pull a male's big, heavy cock free from his boxers, and wrap her sweet little lips around it. And bob and suck and slurp until she gets him to finally let go, and release all that pent-up stress... I think that might help a whole lot right now."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Physical contact seems to strengthen the psychic bleed of your lustful emotions even stronger. As you touch her cheek, her eyes unfocus for a moment, a faint purple shimmer running across her sclera before she refocuses her gaze up at your own. Her mouth lightly parts agape, as if surprised by the situation she finds herself in. The MILF definitely looks out of place, but in the most delightful way. So mature, elegant and sophisticated... utterly in control when out in the reception, yet within moments of being alone with you has found herself on her knees and being overwhelmed by your needs and desires. Your very wants using her desire to help and care for you as a way into her mind to overwhelm it.

"I see..." she murmurs, pulling her gaze away from yours and drawing in a breath as she lowers your boxers. She gasps once again as your cock springs out to its full length, nearly smacking her in the face. She needs to lean back, tilting her head to the side as she examines your length in surprise, adjusting her glasses as if that would somehow make the size look more manageable. "Are... are all Human males this large? Most unexpected for a Pokémon your size..." she murmurs, breathing deep of the air around your cock. "Ooh... and you have quite the unique scent down here as well. Um..."

After hesitating for a few moments, she reaches out with both hands to clasp your cock, taking your pulsing member into her soft grip to hold it steady. "Like this? Please, let me know if what I'm doing is correct. I want to make sure you get the best treatment possible while you are with us."

Still going with the 'treatment' narrative. Although your sure if you kept pushing and letting your lust overtake her you can do away with that in due time and make her want you as badly as you want her.

"Bob... and suck... and slurp..." she says, as if committing it to memory, before you feel her lips tentatively wrap around your tip. She looks up at you for your approval before taking your head into her mouth. Her tongue rolls across your head... she's quite good at this. Of course, despite how innocent she appears, you know she's had at least one child, so its not like she doesn't know what sex is. That and her psychic link to you right now probably gives her an edge in knowing what makes you feel good. Her hands start to move as well, no longer just holding your cock steady but starting to rhythmically pump back and forth so even while she was easing your tip past her lips the rest of your cock could feel good too.

After a few moments she pauses and pulls her head back, her tongue hanging past her lips. "It seems to be working... I tasted... something salty..." she murmurs, licking her lips. "It's quite nice." She leans forward once again, taking you in with greater confidence as she lets your cock slide deeper into her mouth.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Finally freed from the confines of his seawater-soaked boxers, Bryce's cock throbbed hard as it bounced before Pirouette's hungry gaze. The sweet words of dumbfounded praise she offered him only caused it to throb even harder before her adoring eyes, and when she finally graced it with her delicate fingers? It pulsed to life between her palms, the thick, veiny shaft he was so very proud of finally receiving the tender loving care it so deserved. Her inquiry only managed to get a deep, throaty chuckle out of him.

"Yeah... You're doing wonderfully, doctor. Please continue."

And so she did. The feeling of the good doctor's soft, warm lips wrapping around his cockhead was heavenly, and Bryce braced himself back against the rack that held his clothing as she began to tend to his shaft. Despite the aura of refined maturity she exuded, the motherly Gardevoir had certainly known the touch of a male; otherwise, Revelé would not have been there to greet him so diligently. It stood to reason that she might have known the taste of cock before and learned how best to satisfy her mate. But there was something about the contrast that really got him going. The skill with which her tongue lavished his head and her hands milked his shaft, all while she looked up at him with the bashful apprehension of a proper lady who had never debased herself with such an act before.

His maleness thrummed all the harder for it and he made his pleasure known by way of deep, rumbling groans. It was no wonder that she found herself on the receiving end of a hot, salty dollop of his precum.

"That's a good sign... Keep going, and you'll end up with more than a mouthful."

Not that she needed to be told, of course. By the time he finished speaking, she had already welcomed him back into the paradise of her diligent mouth. Spreading his legs to give her better access, the same hand that had so tenderly stroked her cheek instead came to rest atop her silky blue locks. There was an urge to tangle his fingers through it, to force her head down to take all the more of his impressive manhood, but he restrained himself, leaving it to rest there as a strong, masculine reminder. Better to let her earn every inch of her own accord, such that by the time she buried her nose to his base it was by her own lustful volition.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Her glasses began to skew atilt on her face as she bobbed with greater confidence up and down the first few inches of your cock. By the time you were feeling her warm lips get halfway down your cock more regularly her cheeks were puffing out, determined to make room for your manhood within her wet and welcoming mouth. More signs of experience with similar such activities in the past came when you hit the back of her throat, and apart from an initial pause as your tip pressed in enough to make her gag, she took the deeper intrusion in stride, soon returning to her dedicated pace.

She treated the service with all the care and attention you would expect from a professional - be that professional doctor or professional whore - she somehow managed to strike the perfect balance of both. Her throat opened up to your cock once it was slick enough with spit to go deeper, only to tighten before drawing back, letting you feel her squeeze her mouth around you. Though her stance remained as delicate and clean as you had come to expect from her, her knees resting on the floor pressed together while her hands rested upon them - no longer needing to hold your cock steady - as if she were waiting patiently for an afternoon meal. Though she wasn't silent, the noises that came from her were more subdued than some of the more enthusiastic blowjobs you had in the past. Instead of gagging and lavish moans, the good doctor graced you with thoughtful hums as she carried out her treatment and the occasional sighing moan whenever a new dollop of precum would reward her for her good efforts. These subtler vibrations enveloped the end of your prick, bringing more intimate and heightened pleasure with the experience.

As she slid her lips even further down your cock, the tilting of her glasses started to become a distraction, the frames pushing away from her eyes as the only thing marring her graceful visage (excluding the thick human cock currently plugging up her mouth). She withdraws from your cock once more, taking the opportunity to gasp for some breath. She dabs at her lips lightly, wiping up a few strands of saliva, before she plucks off her glasses and hands them over to you. "Would you mind holding these for me for a moment?" she asks, letting you take them from her hand. Before you can respond, she was already back to work, diving in between your crotch to make sure you had your much needed release.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Getting head was always an interesting affair for any young man in his sexual prime, and to his delight, Bryce had gotten quite a lot of head over the years. But despite his experience in getting farm girls and housewives down on their knees, Pirouette still managed to provide him with a very memorable treat. His shaft bloated her cheeks and filled her throat, and all the while she maintained her delicate sense of decorum. The sweet, caring physician working diligently to help her patient find the release he so needed, the only signs of dishevelment being her ajar glasses and the saliva dribbling down her chin. It was a true test of his willpower, getting sucked by Hardnut's beloved doctor. She was so prim and proper and perfect that he just wanted to throw her down on her back, pull apart her thighs, and absolutely ruin her. Just rut her into the very floor of her clinic until she was a gasp, drooling mess of a woman, packed so full of his seed that she'd be a mother twice over by the time he was satisfied.

The thought made him swell between her lips as she welcomed more and more of him across her palate and down into the clinging grip of her throat. The inherent honesty in his words wasn't apparent to even him until that point; he needed the nut she was so dutifully working him up towards. Needed the ability to blow the big, sticky load that had been building up in his balls since he first laid eyes on Cotton so many hours prior. The dizzying variety of beautiful women, all scantily clad and tantalizing, the rush of nearly perishing in the sea, the strain of the trails to come... they had all backed him up something severe. And there seemed no better 'mon to help relieve it all than the sweet, empathetic Gardevoir between his legs.

Bryce wasted little time taking her glasses off her hands, holding the delicate frames as gently as he could manage with her immediately diving back between his thighs. He had the good sense to fold them up and place them to the side with his clothing before returning his attention to the beauty that serviced him. Pirouette had seemed rather daunted by the size of his maleness when she began, yet with every wonderful bob, he felt more and more of it disappearing down her throat. A credit to her dedication that she would so eagerly welcome him. Or, perhaps, a credit to how much she was enjoying the act; her soft moaning whenever he throbbed a dollop of pre was not lost on him.

"Mmhhh...doctor, I was wondering if you could, ah, take your top off for me? I feel like I'd... hnnggh... have an easier time finishing up if I could see your body while you worked. You're... incredibly arousing."

[Lazy Kitsune]

By now Pirouette had settled into a smooth motion, keeping her lips wrapped around your cock as she moved up and down your cock in a steady bob mirroring gentle waves rolling into the shore. You could see your cock pushing her cheeks out as she took in and over her tongue, as if aiming to take your head to the side of her cheek before redirecting it to her throat so you could enjoy how much your thick manhood stuffed her mouth to the point of being overly full. Her eyes would water occasionally from the force of taking your length further in, down her throat, where a more gentle gagging than what you were used to would mark each inch that slipped into her gullet. Though these tears never ran to smear her face with mascara, but merely dappled her cheeks with little flecks that glimmered in the candle light. Even in this she was graceful.

She was still yet to take your entire length in, but given her reaction to your size it was clear you were on the larger end of the spectrum for what she had seen. Perhaps even the largest she's physically taken. Most of your shaft now had been graced with her wet lips, glistening with a sheen whenever she pulled her mouth back and you felt yourself sliding back up out of her throat to be met with her precise tongue, hungry for more of your precum. As focused as she was at the task at hand, she does look up to you once you speak to her and pulls back, dabbing her lips once more to break the trail of saliva that left her tongue connected to your cock.

"Oh? Well that's very flattering, Bryce... I can certainly feel the truth to those words. For such a young and... potent man to find an older woman such as myself so... arousing... It's quite enjoyable attention." she says as she folds her arms back, tucking them under her doctor's coat to reach behind her back. "I can certainly help with that. I always do whatever I can to keep my patients comfortable." With a few moments of unseen finger work, the straps of her bikini top come loose and the black fabric is pulled away from her breasts. She lifts it to one side, the straps dangling from her finger tips as her breasts sway freely in the air before you. Those nipples you saw pressing against the fabric before now stand firm and pink atop her pale skin. She sets her bikini top to the side and presses her hands together on either side of her breasts, giving them a squeeze and gentle wiggle. "I hope these help continue to stimulate you. Let me know when you are ready for your release. I am unfamiliar with how messy your kind can be, so let me know if it would be best to try and gather it in my mouth or if you would prefer to release over my tits instead."

She teases her breasts before your eyes a few moments more, even going so far as to pinch and pull at one of her nipples, causing her to gasp and shudder at her own touch. Its not long before she returns her attention to you however, as she leans forward to take your cock back into her mouth. One hand stays gentle kneading her chest, while the other returns to her knees to maintain her elegant pose. The way her fingers sunk into her bust showed an evident give, often expected of women her age who were mothers. They seemed even bigger now that they were uncovered, swaying with the motion of her head bobbing. A part of you wonders if Revelé would have been as stacked as his mother if he were a girl - though that might look a little ridiculous on his smaller form. Not at all unappealing, however.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Though his meeting with Xenarth had certainly been a reality check of sorts, it was hard for Bryce not to entertain notions that he had been sent along to some kind of heaven. Not when his cock was bulging the cheeks of a gorgeous doctor who seemed so dedicated to working him to a full and satisfying orgasm that she didn't even pause when his hefty manhood began choking her. Even more so when, with eyes teary and cheeks aflush, she pulled back and murmured such demure words while undoing her top. His eyes, greedy as they were wont to be, drank in every inch of her big, pale tits. Their weight, their shape, even the cute little pink nipples that poke out so shyly for him, it all only worsened the hunger he had for the curvaceous MILF between his thighs, as if her wonderful tonguework hadn't already done enough of that.

"I'm shocked you don't get more of it. You're as close to perfect as any woman can be. I'd consider myself lucky to have a chance to mate with you."

The words sounded almost sappy as he spoke them without thought, especially given the steel-hard shaft throbbing between the two of them, but it was as true a feeling as he had ever known. A terribly horny feeling, but Bryce was a terribly horny man. It only stood to reason his feelings would follow in that example. He found his tongue rolling across the curve of his lip as he watched her toying with herself for his pleasure, craving the taste of her sweet breast against it. Luckily, he found his words again when she made her hopes known to him.

"With you? It's... going to be a big one. A very big one. I'll try to warn you."

With the good doctor redoubling her efforts, Bryce allowed himself to lean further back against the clothing rack, giving himself an eye full of Pirouette's big, swaying tits as he did so. It was almost hypnotic, watching her bob rhythmically between his legs, her heavy breasts mirroring the motions as she pleasured him. He could only imagine how hard they'd bounce if the situation were altered somewhat, and he found his cock buried between her own legs. Thoughts of throwing her over her desk and taking her like a beast in heat filled his mind, giving her long, toe-curling strokes none other could hope to match. Making her feel every single ounce of his desire for her motherly body. Revelé was a real cutie, despite his sex and lack of her more generous assets. He could only wonder if Pirouette's offspring by another bigger, better, more virile mate would turn out much the same. A mate like him.

Those were the thoughts that filled his mind as he encouraged the doctor along, his hand finding its way back atop her head at some point out of instinct. His fingers tangled with her perfectly groomed locks, adding to the hints of messiness that marred her perfect persona. The hard, strong lines of his stomach tensed as he found himself getting even more worked up, encouraging her to take more and more of his cock back into her throat. It seemed she enjoyed that: the knowledge that a big, potent, well-hung young man desired her so. He wanted her to feel that. Feel his desires. Know how badly he wanted to claim her. How badly he needed to claim her. His grip urged her to bob deeper and faster, welcoming more and more of his cock into her throat until it bulged around his obscene width.

"Fuck... I'm... I'm getting close, doc. Real...Real close! You ready for it?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

There were no complaints to be had about Pirouette's current performance, yet your words of flattery manage to draw even more enthusiasm. She pauses with her lips still sucking tightly three inches down your cock to look up at you as you praise her and her body. Her eyes seem to shine as they widen at your words and your cock muffles what sounds like it could have been a cooing of glee. Emboldened by such heavy praise, and perhaps eager to reward you even further for such a bold and explicit declaration of your feelings for her, the doctor redoubles her efforts on your cock. Her sucking and slurping pick up to a heightened tempo and the enthusiasm earns her a few more inches into her throat than she had managed before.

In due time she is kissing the base of your cock. She doesn't reach it every time she bobs her head down onto your crotch, and your cock pushes deep enough into her to now draw out the heavier gags and gurgles you are used to from blowjobs in the past, but it seems praise has helped the MILF find even deeper reserves of her capacity to please you. Her eyes bulge a little whenever she takes a particularly deep serving of your fat dick into her mouth, but she never loses that warm glow that now permeates her face from your words.

It wasn't just your words you had to shower her with to show her how you felt. There was something physical too, but that would came later. For now you also had your feelings. Feelings that flowed over the psychic Pokémon even more strongly than they did before. If your eye was keen enough, you could pick up a distinct dampening on the dark fabric covering her pussy, and strands of juices slipping out the side thick enough to start connecting her thighs as she wiggled them together. She shifts on her knees, rolling her tongue around your cock as she changes her angle every so often to show off her face and tits in different ways, enjoying the way the sight of her was making you feel.

Your grip on her head soon had her getting deeper more regularly. Gone was the composure to her voice, heavy slurping and a fast tempo of 'gurk, gluck, gurk' replacing her previously elegant moans and sighs. Yet still something about that exotic accent of hers still gave even such obscene noises as these a refined feel. Held deep against your dick, she had no room to talk in response to your words, but an eager murmuring moan that vibrated around your cock conveyed her response clearly enough. She was ready when you were.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

In the face of such a dedicated cocksucker, Bryce could do little more than let his head roll back and his hips rock forward. His eyes threatened to snap closed as he felt himself racing towards the precipice of his long-awaited release, but he fought to keep them open, if only so he could continue to bask in the sight of Pirouette's diligent service. He wanted to see it all. The adoration in her teary eyes. The gentle bounce of her tits as she buried him as deep as deep went. The way she clenched her thighs together in obvious arousal, turned on by the very act of pleasuring him. Clearly, his praise had gone a very, very long way with the empathetic Gardevoir MILF.

Every sexy little 'gluk' pushed him closer and closer to his orgasm, and when she moaned her desire for it into his shaft, inviting him to blow his load whenever he was ready, his fate was all but sealed. The big, heavy nuts that came to rest against her chin tightened as he felt himself reaching the plateau, his abs tensing in anticipation of the load to come. Bryce's pride throbbed hard between her lips as his fingers coiled ever tighter, and he dug his heels into the floor beneath them as he braced himself.

"Fuck! It's good! It's way too good! Doc, I'm there! I'm gonna cum! Fuck! Pirouette!"

Caught up in the heat of passion as he was, he couldn't help but growl out the name of the saintly woman who saw fit to drain him so well. As his stomach dropped and his orgasm came crashing down upon him, Bryce did little to silence the primal groans that followed his nuts finally emptying. They clenched tight again him as his cock throbbed once, twice, and three times as it worked his seed up its hefty length. On the fourth throb, the first of many ropes fired off like a rocket, and the hand tangled into Pirouette's hand and pressed her down to his base so her throat could wring every rope to come out with its hot, tight perfection. Four, five, six separate strands, heavy and thick and virile cascading down her gullet as he rocked himself into her face. Several more were to follow, and only when he felt the pressure in his core reaching a fever pitch did he think to finally let up and ease her back.

Prolific as he was, he left two more thick, cheek-bulging shots across her tongue before leaning back far enough for his cock to pop free of her sweet lips. Another shot fired off before he could wrap his free hand around it, a heavy rope across her face, and he directed it down to the big, soft tits that had captured his attention so well during the act, anointing them with his remaining seed until his potent, musky scent hung in the air between them. Only when he throbbed his final blast and felt the sweet fatigue of an obscenely powerful release wash over him did he finally collapse back against the rack, panting as he did.

Even as he lounged in sweaty, post-orgasm bliss, he could not help but murmur a few affectionate words, though. Even if the words were rather breathless.

"That was... that was incredible. You were... incredible. Thank you so much, Doctor Pirouette."

[Lazy Kitsune]

She clenched her eyes shut as you started to stuff her throat full of your cum. There was little she could do but swallow it down and take it all, your hand keeping her pressed right against your crotch as your balls smacked against her chin. A flood of seed muffles her gagging moans, giving a gargling quality to the sounds that manage to make their way out of her. As your cock slides back inch by inch, the room gives her more freedom to swallow. Practically having fed Pirouette a small meal even before you pull your cock back onto her tongue, the doctor's eyes weakly ease open a little, her watery pupils gazing up at you under her heavy lids as you lathered her tongue with you spunk. Pulling your cock free with a wet plop, you can see the white cream inside covering her tongue and leaving a messy pool within her mouth that she gasped through for much needed air. The spray across her face smeared her cheeks and forced her to shut one eye once more while the other widened in awe at the intensity and potency of your orgasm. She brings the hand on her knees up to join its twin in cupping her tits, giving you a plentiful target to spray with the last of your release.

The previously elegant doctor makes for quite the obscene sight, splatted with your cum and kneeling on the floor. Her tits are cupped in full display while your creamy release marks them, rolling across her soft, round orbs with a steady trickle. Thick rivulets pooled between her tits, joined by other trails gently rolling down from the tip of the ridge protruding from her chest. More would follow in time, trickling down from her neck and chin where her overfull mouth had started to spill. The perked tips of her nipples were treated with the touch of your seed, one encircled by a thick wad while the other had a trail roll across its tip and drip down onto her knees below.

She stays like that, letting you marvel at your handiwork while you catch your breath - and possibly needing to linger in the afterglow of your release herself for a few moments as she gathers herself once more. Though once you have had a handful of seconds to admire her, she swallows the load she was showing off in her mouth and dabs her lips once more - no that it helped much with the mess this time.

She clears her throat and gently rubs it, no doubt sore from having such a thick intrusion go in so deep and stay inside for so long, though she doesn't seem to be of the mind to complain. "I am glad you feel satisfied." she says, giving you a polite smile as she starts to rise to her feet. "Unfortunately that's all I will have time for for today. I will... well... goodness... you humans seem to make quite the mess. Or are you particularly virile for your species?" she looks at the glazing across her tits, as if awed by the size of your release all over again. "I will have to clean myself up and then carry on with my other duties." she says, wiping away your seed from her face as she collects her glasses and puts them back on again. "I'll send Revelé in to continue your examination and discuss more about the needs of your species. You may dress if that would make your comfortable, or remain how you are now, whichever you would prefer."

She steps into an adjoining room for a few moments where you hear running water. It doesn't sound like a shower, but a heavy stream than a tap for sure. Regardless, she doesn't stay inside for very long soon returning with a clean face and pair of tits. She gives you a soft smile as she bends over in font of you to pick up her bikini top and slip it back on. She gives you a polite nod before leaving the room. No doubt Revelé would be on his way soon and it would be up to you if you want to get dressed or stay nude for the coming examination. Or even clean off the coating of your cum and his mother's saliva on your cock for that matter.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

For a time, Bryce merely stood and admired his handiwork. Pirouette looked so dignified and resplendent despite the copious amount of seed dribbling down her gorgeous body. His seed, that he had marked her with, both inside and out. Seed that she seemed more than pleased to wear for him. It was a terrible, terrible shame that they were on a timer. What he wouldn't have done for the chance to repay the good doctor for her diligent service. He could practically taste the stickiness coating her sex, feel her warmth on his tongue as he buried his face between her thick thighs and made her scream to the skies above as he feasted to his heart's content. Maybe another time: even as he watched the MILFy Gardevoir rise so gracefully to her feet, he could feel himself throbbing gently with the promise. There would definitely be a need for regular check-ups going forward, were he to secure his continued presence in Hardnut Town.

"All of us? I couldn't say, but all the females I've mated with certainly haven't seen messier. Your motivation certainly helped, as well."

Bryce couldn't help but grin cheekily at Pirouette's exasperated praise, pushing himself up off the rack that had held his weight while she went about blowing him. While the doctor tidied herself up in what he imagined was a bathroom, he considered his choices. His clothing was still wet with sea water, and the prospect of putting it back on wasn't a particularly welcome one, even if he didn't want to tease Revelé with a good look at a real man's body. The matter of the spit-slick cock dangling between his legs, however, was easy enough to decide on. The women of Hardnut might have dressed like pin-up models, but Cotton's protests indicated to him there was still a least a little bit of shame amongst the populace. Making it obvious to a bratty boy like Revelé that his mother had just dutifully cleaned his pipes with her mouth was liable to get him in hotter water than he needed. Better to play it safe, at least until he had the pretty little Kirilia on his knees as well. Then... well, maybe some family bonding was in order.

With a towel in his hand, Bryce made to wick away the worst of the spittle and seed that graced his length, nodding politely towards Pirouette as she left, albeit not without ogling her just a little more as she redressed. Once he was content with his shaft's cleanliness, he hopped up onto the examination table and waited as he was; nude from head to toe, just a little sweaty, and sporting a half-hard bitch-breaker dangling between his legs. The towel rested to his side, sticky with the rivets of potent cum he had wicked away.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Little could be done on your part about the smell that lingered in the room. Even with Pirouette cleaning off in the adjoining room, you made a good enough mess all over the good doctor that the smell of seed filled the air in the ensuing moments. Fortunately the aromatic candles already present helped alleviate some of this potent odour, helping it slip into the background beneath the more soothing aromas. Hopefully, what lingered would be mistaken as the smell of yourself or your sweat - given everyone's lack of familiarity with humans.

You hear Revelé approaching before you see him, his voice entering the room as he opened the door - a voice still so much more fitting for a demure Kalos cute girl than a bratty male Pokémon. "Alright, I'm sure you have things you would rather be doing. I know I do. So, how about we make this a quick one and go over the..." he cuts himself off as he enters the room, seeing you sitting naked before him. Your toned physique, damp hair and most of all your thick cock - even half hard large enough to drape across one of your thighs as it twitches slightly at the memory of busting a nut in the throat of the mother of the very nurse who was now gawking at it.

A flush comes to his cheeks, but he huffs and casts his eyes to the side as the door shuts behind him, taking a moment to recompose himself. By averting his gaze, he spots you still soaked through clothes lying on the bench to the side. He gives a slight murmur, perhaps acknowledging that it can't be all too comfortable to walk around in waterlogged clothes all day, before turning his attention back to you.

In his hands he holds a pad, not too dissimilar to what you might see doctors carrying in human hospitals, but between his thumb and the pad he also seemed to bring with him the magazine from earlier. He walks over to you and sets the magazine to the side before lifting the pad up, as if to hold it at an angle that covers your cock from his view.

"Let's begin then. I have a few questions to ask before we get started. We'll start with the easy ones. You said your name is Bryce, right? Mind spelling that for me. And could you tell me what species of Pokémon you are, your egg group and what type categorisation you fall into? Primary and then secondary if relevant."

Well, helping him spell your name would be the easy part. The fact you could read the cover of his magazine was all you needed to confirm you had the same alphabet - just in case being able to communicate without difficulty wasn't proof enough of that. The rest was... maybe a little more awkward to answer. Though you supposed there was no one around to contradict any statements you made about humans during this evaluation.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It took more than a little willpower for Bryce to fight back the urge to grin a cheeky grin when Revelé came through the door and found himself aflush. Whether the pink on his cheeks was the result of shock or shame, he couldn't much tell, but it did little to dissuade the notion that the feminine little Kirilia was anything less than an exotic beauty. Between his fluster and the soft, almost Kalosian accent he put on, the only thing keeping him convinced of the huffy nurse's sex was the word of his mother—a mother who he held in certain esteem after her dutiful tending to his needs.

Scooting back on the table just enough to reposition his member in Revelé's field of view, Bryce considered how best to answer the questions rendered. It was a safe assumption that, based on the elder's refusal to say just why he was so insistent on turning the town's newcomer away, humanity wasn't a known actor in... well, wherever Hardnut was located. The excuse that Human was a type of Pokemon had gone over well enough with Hazel, although it did lodge certain questions regarding the egg group he best fit into. Not that it would particularly matter. He hoped.

Then again, with how fertile the women of Hardnut appeared, maybe motherhood would suit some of them.

"B-Y-R-C-E. Species is Human. Egg group is Human-like. Type is... Normal."

A little odd, describing himself like the little critters he had spent so much time raising. Perhaps that gave him an edge in creating a story. There were plenty of mundane 'mon he had cared for over the years, and so long as he didn't go describing himself as some kind of fire-breathing monstrosity, it wouldn't be too hard to pass himself off as an unexceptional specimen in terms of battle potential.