Pokémon Mystery Dungeon: Delectable Delvers (LazyKitsune)

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Given how cold and broody he looked at first, and his focus on coming across as professional, it's a rather cute surprise to see how reactive Rover proves to be with thee right encouragement. His ears perk up as his eyes widen at your inquiries. And those same eyes shamefully cast themselves to the side as you meet his gaze and proceed to thrust your bosoms into his line of sight, jiggling them at the mortified Rescue 'Mon, who can't seem to bring himself to give you an answer. Which, of course, is an answer all itself. You hadn't exactly considered yourself a hot piece of ass back in your human body, but maybe the transformation process had added a little 'oomph' to your sex appeal. Or maybe the boys in Burrowton had a different taste in women than the human lads you had known over the years. The suddenly flurry of excitement caused Wattson to tilt his head quizzically, especially as you turn to him.

"How can you be hot? You aren't wearing a coat any more! Try panting!"

The panic sets in shortly thereafter, and as you find yourself beginning to practically hyperventilate at the idea that you might have to be the one to clear out those caverns, Wattson gives you an enthusiastic nod, encouraging you to keep on venting the heat in your body as he did, albeit he does encourage you to try sticking your tongue out while doing so. His excited praise comes to an end when you meet the table face first, flopping onto it in your exasperation.

"... I told her to stick her tongue out. It doesn't work if you don't do that, too."

Fortunately, you collect yourself before anybody hurries off to retrieve a medic to revive you. How much of your credibility as a future Rescue 'Mon is harmed by your panicking at the mere notion of going outside and having to interact with... well... Pokemon, is a matter of debate. But Sage doesn't seem to linger on it overly long. She certainly sounded a little hard-up for team mates. Not as hard-up as Rover, assuredly, but that was a different sort of need entirely. One that, while you're certain the smug little Grass-type would love to tease him about under other circumstances, is pushed aside as Sage leans over the table to seize one of your paws in her scaly hand.

"It's a deal, then! We'll start training you tomorrow morning, nice and early! So meet us here in the Guild Hall!" You catch her practically beaming at you as you shuffle your head up off the table, though that genuinely bright smile quickly turns to a smirk as she settles herself back atop her log, "And don't worry about my deviant little friend here trying anything. I took care of him after we dropped you off~"

Sage makes a crude little pumping gesture with the very same hand she used to shake yours, causing Rover to practically bury his face into his paws in shame, which only seems to make the Grass-type snicker in delight. Something Wattson only seems all the more befuddled by, especially given he likely watched as the duo dispatched the Zigzagoon.

"Did he get hurt too?..."

"I certainly hope he didn't, sweetheart. I've told him how important it is to get his injuries checked out."

The familiar voice of your Nidomommy calls out from behind, the huge dinosaur-bunny managing to navigate through the guild hall with surprising grace for someone her size. Poor Rover looks too defeated to even think about the logistics of Liz 'handling' that sort of injury for him, and you can't much blame him. Part of you wants to just throw yourself into her bosom again and hide away from all the anxiety and fear. Maybe you still could, given how allowing she was with you. But it seems she has something in mind beyond letting you cuddle into her arms.

"I'm not interrupting anything important, am I? I was just talking to the Guild Master. She's agreed to let you stay in one of the dormitory rooms until Henry and I can arrange a more permanent dwelling for the two of you. If you like, I could show you there now."

[Lazy Kitsune]

"Mmhmmph." I murmur in agreement, shaking Sage's hand even as I kept my face hidden against the table. "Early? Ughhhh..." I groan, lifting my head up as this deal somehow gets even worse. The deal was officially done. I was part of Team Verdant now. Wattson could probably run while he still had a chance, but knowing him he'd probably stick with me no matter how dangerous it would get. Which means I've just doomed us both. To certain death and, even worse, early morning exercise. Although he might actually be happy about that last part. Bless his simple mind. Maybe at least we'll both get one of those bandanas to mark our gravestones with.

Too immersed am I in the dire circumstances and commitment I've found myself in to really reflect at all on the reveal that Sage jerked Rover off after rescuing me. Though the return of a familiar and comforting voice does help bring me back to the conversation at hand. If anyone knows what to say or do right now to make things right it's Miss Liz. I've known you for all of like twenty minutes and I'm ready for you to adopt me, mommy!

"Oh nothing much, I've just signed myself up to join their Rescue Team." I say, my shoulders slumping in defeat, before turning to face Liz properly. "Oh? We've got a place to stay! Well that's one thing to be relieved about. Sure, we can check that out now. We've got quite a few places to be it seems." I turn to look back towards team Verdant. "Are you two okay if we go check out where we're staying now? We can come back right after. Or you can come with and we can keep talking, I guess, whichever you'd prefer."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Liz furrows her brows when you reveal your little deal with Sage, though whether it is out of concern for you, or frustration with Team Verdant for already trying to poach you for their team, you cannot tell. If it's the former, then she at least has the decency to focus more on getting you and Wattson settled in rather than scolding either Sage or Rover. The matronly Poison-type steps back to give the two of you room to stand from the table, and for her part, Sage just gives a little shake of her head.

"Nah, you guys can go. We were gonna get an early night, anyway, so just get comfy. We'll see you in the morning."

You get the idea that Sage wants to avoid the blow back of her hastiness more than anything else, and poor Rover looks like he'd rather be just about anywhere else right now than being stared down by Miss Liz after the kinds of things that were said just prior to her arrival. Wattson, however, is as eager as ever to get up and moving. The poor little guy never was very good at sitting still for any amount of time, and that much has transferred over to his new body as well. Liz turns to begin leading you deeper into the Guild Hall, and you follow behind her easily enough, Wattson fast at your heels. The trek leads you back behind the counter you spotted earlier, and through the door behind it. The chamber carved into that side of the 'wall' is about half as big the common room, but only because it seems that individual rooms were carved into the tree rather than one big singular room. There's even a ladder that heads further up the length of the tree, leading to platforms built circling the main room below, so that several floors worth of rooms could be made, with lanterns dangling between the platforms every which way.

"I hope you don't mind a little climb in the mornings. Watch your step, dear."

The sturdiness of the ladder is proven by Liz bringing her bulky body up along it, leaving you to follow after her, your gaze swallowed up with way too much Nidomommy ass. If such a thing were even possible. Seriously, you're pretty sure you could make a home in that big bubble butt of hers. The climb comes to an end as your little convoy reaches the third floor, and Liz continues to lead you over a few rooms until you reach what must be your new home! The door is covered only by a drape, so you might not have the most privacy, but you could surely hide away in there like a stinky little shut-in ought to!

"Here it is, sweetie. Flare should be around here somewhere to give you the run do- Oh!"

The curtain parting almost spooks you as much as Liz, especially when the long neck of a Charizard comes poking out from behind it! Albeit a very... well, pretty Charizard, for lack of a better term. An assessment made all the clearer when she steps out from within, revealing the bounty of her body to your perverted eyes. She's just about as stacked as Liz! Though they do differ in terms of wardrobe: owing to the big wings she has to carefully manuver through the doorway, her top is more like that of a halter top, tied up around her long neck to try and keep her huge dragon milkers contained, and her loincloth is a little shorter than Liz's, giving you more of a view of her ridiculously thick thighs. Seriously, how did she even fly with those?!

"Oops. Didn't think you'd be back so soon. I was just making sure the room was tidy, before our new arrivals," Taller than even Liz by a fair amount, albeit mainly because of her neck, the Charizard casts her gaze over the Nidoqueen's shoulder to get a look at you and Wattson, "Suppose this is them?"

"This is them, yes. Mira, Wattson, meet Flare, the Guild Master of our local Rescue Guild. Flare, the lovely young woman here is Mira, and her handsome friend is Wattson. Say hello now, you two."

Flare, Guild Master of Burrowton

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[Lazy Kitsune]

"Alright, see you guys tomorrow. Back here... nice and... early... haha..." I tried to be cheerful as I leave, but I feel my nerves creep back into my voice before the end of the sentence. At least I hold my smile this time. Think good thoughts... like... so far the evidence suggest I'm hot. Maybe those Zigzagoon weren't just mindless horny beasts, but discerning gentlemen driven to lustful endeavours by my hotness. Okay, probably not, but I wouldn't mind the Helen of Troy fantasy. Just without the accompanying tragedy if at all possible, please and thankyou world.

Hey, if Rover wanted to crank one out, with or without Sage's assistance, while thinking about me, more power to him. Though now I was in the company of Liz, who so far might be slipping her way into some of my imminent fantasies. Look, I could really use someone that can comfort me right now, its natural and I shouldn't be judged for it... me. Why do I get so defensive with my own thoughts? You know why! Oh, shut up.

"Oh boy... more early morning exercise... and late evening... to be done... each and every day." I murmur quietly as I follow Liz up. Although the journey up is made... significantly better by the view. Yes, yes, I'm sure the very well constructed layers that interweave themselves with the natural form of the tree are all very amazing but that fucking ass is just.... Ooooh yeah. I can feel what this is doing to me... sorry Wattson, I know you're right behind me on this ladder, but hopefully there's enough distracting smells around that you're not too bothered by what's happening between my legs right now.

"Oh wow..." I find myself mumbling out, drool building up in my mouth. My head bobs up and down a little as I go up, right in time with the shifting of Liz's ass as she climbs. Fuck that's juicy. I think I'm in love. Henry, I've not met you yet... but I'm going to ask you for the lottery numbers when I do because you must be the luckiest guy ever.

Sadly this ladder doesn't go on forever and I end up coming to a proper stand on a platform again, my face perpetually flushed as I softly bite my lower lip. Still, it seems we were here, and so my time blessed by the visage of a hot Pokémilf was about to come to an-

Oh Arceus, thankyou, I'm sorry I told you to suck my clit. Or I'm not, if you were into that. I can tell you to do that again. Whatever you want that keeps the MILFs coming. Oh no, she's looking at me. Oh no, she's getting hotter by the second. Wait, that's me. It might be her too, she is a fire type after all... but I'm definitely feeling... okay, don't pass out, Mira, don't pass out, don't embarrass yourself in front of your second mommy, you have a lot of getting adopted to do, don't mess this up.

"H-h-hu---hi." I say, sheepishly, waving at Flare.

Wait, Flare? That's who Sage mentioned.

"Oh, I think Sage wanted me to uh... say something to you. Wow, sorry, I think I'm really feeling all that climbing and walking and everything right now. Ooh. Ah, yeah... uh, she wanted me to put in a good word for Team Verdant. I uh... well, I've only just met them... and honestly I'm still not sure on how I feel about them as people. But they did save me. And Wattson. When we really needed saving... quite a lot. So, I guess... I'd like to say they did a good job and I think they're neat. Not that I need someone to save my life to think they're neat. Haha, I'm not... egotistical or anything." I snort a little, my nerves making me giggle in rising panic. "No, like, I can think people are neat just from vibes and stuff. Like... you have really nice vibes and everything... like, the kind of vibes I would like to... hang out with... and get to know... or something. If you had time. Not that I don't have things to do... but if you were interested I'd be happy if one of those things to do was you... as in hanging out with you, not anything else. Not that it would be weird for someone to want to do anything else, I'm sure plenty of people... Oh, not that I'm saying that you and plenty of people are... ahhhh... Can we just pretend all I said was 'hi'?"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You aren't sure what's worse. Either the fact both Liz and Flare allow you to keep going and going as your words manage to outpace your thoughts in what can only be described as word soup, or the fact that they seem somewhat at odds on how to reply. Poor Liz has worry written all over her motherly features, and though Flare definitely doesn't have the same nurturing energy about her, even she seems a least a little concerned for you. Thankfully, with MILFy attributes, must come experience, because Liz is quick to come along and clean up your verbal mess, turning her head to face Flare.

"She's... had a hard day, like I said," That was something of an understatement, even if it wasn't the post-gangbang fatigue that was causing your mouth to embarrass you in front of the hot mommies! "I think she might need to get some more rest before anything else. Especially since it seems Sage has managed to convince her to join Team Verdant in the morning."

There's definite disapproval in her voice, though it doesn't seem to be out of any kind of malice toward the smug little Snivy. Rather, it seems like she's expressing the sort of concern that a mother would have for any of her children expressing interest in a dangerous hobby. Flare snores her nostril exasperatedly, the hot air blowing against your face despite the distance.

"Gah, what am I gonna do with that girl? Always being a pain in my ass," The curvaceous Charizard gives you a once over with her big, pretty eyes, her expression softening just a little as she does, "Still, I suppose she and Rover did good bringing you home. I'll put something together for them tomorrow."

Home? Like, like her home? She liked that? Them bringing you to her home? The Guild Hall must have been where she lived, so that's definitely what she meant. It's like she's trying to make you melt. Something that only feels more true when she reaches out to cup your shoulder with one of her big, warm hands.

"C'mon, kid. Let's get you settled in for the night. You too, little man. Don't think I don't see you over there."

Wattson offers a little yelp as the attention is brought to him, the poor little fella making his best impression of Rover off to your aft. Either he's as nervous around Flare as you are, or your, ah, reaction to Liz's body has him all caught up in certain instincts. He shuffles a little closer to you all the same, ready to enter your shared dwelling.

It's a little bit of a tight fit, especially with how tall and... plentiful... both Flare and Liz are. But the little hollow in the tree is exceedingly cozy! There's a big, soft rug in the middle of the room to keep the polished wood floors from getting all scratched up, a dresser to one side and a mirror to the other, two trunks at the end of two comfy looking beds, and what looks to be a window carved into the exterior of the tree, the drawn curtains glowing softly in the evening gloom, its light being fought against by the warm lantern dangling in the center of the room, a crystal inside putting off yellow-orange light.

"I hope you two don't mind sharing. There used to be a third bed in the middle, but I took it out to make some more room. It's a little small, but don't have to pay rent or anything; the Guild will take care of that. Originally, it was going to be just until Liz could set you up down in the Burrow, but seeing as though Sage went and invited you to join her... well, I'll have to see to the paperwork of making you a more permanent fixture at the Guild."

The womanly Charizard puts her hands on her hips, cocking one to the side in such a way that demonstrates just how fucking wide they are. You're pretty sure she could birth more than just a few children, with those hips, and part of you almost regrets not having the anatomy to make it so. Catching wind of your interest, perhaps, Flare cocks a brow in your direction. Though she's nowhere near as obvious with it as Sage, you almost catch her smirking at you.

"Well? What are you waiting for? Test it out. Or are waiting for Mama Flare to come tuck you in?"

[Lazy Kitsune]

Oh I was about ready to melt into Flare's arms and forget all about finding my way home. Not for good, obviously... but... for a while. Between Liz and Flare I was certainly feeling weak in more ways than one. Especially when she even touches me to guide me into my new room. In her home. I'm easy to guide right now - she could've shoved me down between her legs and I would have just been like 'yes ma'am, right away ma'am, thank you ma'am'.

This room was a bit more cramped than my room back home, especially given I'd have to share it was a human sized Yamper rather than a... well... Yamper sized Yamper, but at least we wouldn't have to share a bed. I wouldn't mind him cuddling up occasionally like he used to, but I don't think I could deal with him pouncing onto my chest every morning given how much bigger he is now. Hopefully he'll learn to take to his own bed well enough.

It seems to have room enough to store all my belongings, which are... at the moment... nothing at all. But if I do get any, I've got places to put them. And, most importantly, a mirror! I scurry over to it to have a look in. My little experiment with Rover let me know I was at least attractive to some extent, but I needed to know how much. "Ooh, mirror! I need to see! Am I hot?" I blurt out, skidding in front of the mirror. I cup my chin and tilt my head from side to side, even turning my body at angles to have a quick look at myself. "Yes! Totally hot!" I declare, pumping my fist into the air. Surprisingly I could still recognise features of myself even after my transformation, but it all... worked. It clicked with this look. Maybe if I dye my hair when I get back to normal I could capture some of this look. Bring out my inner sexy Sylveon.

I turn back to my two mommies with a sheepish giggle, folding my hands behind my back. "Oh, yes, this all looks lovely, thanks. We shouldn't have a problem sharing."

I feel my cheeks flush once again as it seems my perhaps not so subtle appreciation of the Charizard has been noticed by Flare who seems to smirk in my direction. It isn't helped at all by what she says next.

What. Do. I. Say. To. THAT?

"Uhbuhbuhbuh..." I murmur out... which, to be fair this time I think might be the smartest out of all the possible replies that sprung to mind at that moment.

I mean, the answer was yes! Come tuck me in, Mama Flare. Help test my bed out. Test me out. If you talk to me like that I'm just... done... over... that's it. I can't... I don't have the strength to not just be absolutely finished by that. What does she expect from me, willpower as strong as a Machamp?

"Yes, Mama Flare." the words escape my mouth and I very quickly slap my cheek and try to course correct. "I mean, I'll test it out right away. Thankyou!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Flare lets out a loud snort when you go so far as to call her 'Mama', and you swear you see a little tuft of flame dance from her snout as she does, clearly amused by your reaction. Liz smacks her lip, shooting the Guild Master a look that makes you think the two must have enough history for her to want to waggle her finger at another grown woman. As you make your way over to the bed and sit down atop it, you can't help but wanna flop back and relax. For all the excitement of the day, you were never very good at the whole 'exertion' thing, and wandering all over the place after getting your pussy blown out to the point you actually went unconscious... well, it takes a lot out of a girl. Maybe Miss Liz had good reason to be doting over you so much. Not that you minded at all. Who wouldn't want to be pampered by her?

Wattson seems a little bit confused at first, maybe even a little sad, the way his ears droop a little at the idea of not getting to curl up at your feet any more. Still, he puts a little pep into things, moving over to take the bed opposite to yours. Much of his sadness seems to evaporate as he realizes the stuffed mattress has a little give to it, as demonstrated by the way he subtlety bounces in place despite himself. Crossing her arms over her significant chest, Flare seems pleased by the turnout.

"I'd love to get to know you guys a little better, but it's getting close to closing time, and I've still got work to do," She gestures out the door with a thumb, "But I'll have something to eat sent up from the kitchens before too long. Focus on getting some good rest, and we'll take tomorrow as it comes."

Liz seems pleased with the consideration shown, adding a nod of approval to the pot.

"I should be getting back home. The kids will want to eat, and Henry will want to hear all about this. I'll find you two tomorrow, hm? I'll even bring a lunch, and we can talk all about what plans you want to make for the future."

[Lazy Kitsune]

As I feel the give of the mattress beneath me I find myself slipping into a deep relaxation. My eyelids droop as I not along with what Liz and Flare say as I find myself go from sitting on the bed to letting myself drop by head back and lie on it. I murmur and nod as I feel the strain on my body and my need to rest. Maybe I should have had a bit more of a lie in in the bed Liz had me in when I first came to. My head tilts back and forth, slipping up only for a moment so I could ogle the MILFs standing before me. I mean pay attention to them. Or both.

At the mention of food my stomach rumbles. "Oh yes. Food! Food good. Food make empty tummy feelings go away." I murmur, my tiredness already overtaking me, strengthened by the bed.

A smile spreads across my face, a rather dizzy and messy one. "Yeah, that all sounds lovely." I say, letting out a huge yawn. "I think I'll just... relax for a bit. Then I'll be... good for whatever... Thank you, mommies..." And then my head falls right back against the pillow and my mouth hangs open, letting out an immediate snore as I'm out in an instant, my chest heaving up and down as I murmur out gentle snores as I lay on top of my bed, not even settled in enough to cover myself with a blanket before I've drifted off.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

It might not be as advanced as your bed back home, but after the day you've had you find yourself easily sinking into the material and as you do, into a swift sleep. You get the vague idea that Flare and Liz leave shortly thereafter, though you can't muster as much care as you figure you would. It was too hard to care. Much, much easier to get a long, comfy sleep in. You only make out the vaguest of conversation from outside as you drift off to a deep, dreamless abyss, your loyal Wattson nearby to watch over you while you rest.

---

You aren't sure how much time has passed between bidding farewell to the duo of ridiculously stacked mommies who so sweetly gave you a bed to nap in. At some point, you're pretty sure someone brought you something to eat. You're pretty sure Wattson took the opportunity to eat more than his fair share, too. But with how exhausted you felt, it was hard to muster the energy to get up and stop him. You could eat when you woke up. The food wasn't going to go anywhere. And so you sleep and sleep and sleep, until something seems to coax you out of it. A noise. A really weird, kind of annoying noise. Like a squeaking that doesn't seem to go away. Fighting through the fuzziness of the night, you manage to blearily peer out from under the blankets you so haphazardly cocooned yourself into amidst your rolling about. The ceiling above is a lot darker than it was when you laid down, and you imagine someone must have turned off the lantern somehow. And the sun. The sun also got turned off. In its place, you only have the moonlight outside to make anything out. That, and the damn squeaking.

Your ears are better than your eyes, and so shifting a little, you manage to find the source pretty easily. It's in the room, and it isn't your bed, so it must be Wattson's bed. You almost tell him to quit bouncing up and down out of instinct, jovial little guy that he is. How many times did you catch him treating your bed back home like a trampoline? But when you catch the silhouette in the corner of your eye, you realize he isn't exactly... jumping... on the bed. And your cheeks just about flush when you realize why the squeaking seems to be rhythmic.

Though you have to roll very slowly to try and get the full picture, you can see, even with nothing but the benefit of the moonlight, Wattson laying atop his bed. His arms are placed out at shoulder distance, holding himself up off the mattress, and his head is pointed down at it, though you doubt he's really focused on anything in particular right now, his tongue hanging out of his mouth as he hurriedly pants. The source of the squeaking proves to be the bed frame itself, its joints grinding in protest every time the Yamper atop it rocks his hips forward. The blankets atop Wattson's beds aren't strewn about, or wrapped into a burrito like your own, but instead are bundled up beneath him as he humps them. Your little Wattson... fucking a rolled up blanket. What in the world was there to say?! Or think?! Strictly speaking, he was a male. And it was clear by his new body that he was a male of breeding age. You had never sent him off to the daycare to roll around in the hay with a lady Yamper, sure, but he had never really shown much interest in female Pokemon to begin with!

Yet the events of the day proved that wrong. He had to deal with the scent of a female in heat—your scent—and then watch that female mate with two other males right in front of him. He listened to you cumming your brains out, then getting cummed on in return. He had to look up your loincloth as you practically soaked it through thinking about Liz's ass, and then had to endure being around two freaking fertility goddesses. Could he really be blamed for being a little... pent up? Worse than that, he must be more than a little pent up, with the way he's going at those blankets. He's fucking the shit out of them, his slender hip rolling back and forth with enough force to knock the headboard of his primitive bed against the wall of the tree. You don't know how long he's been at it for, but you can't help but wonder... what would it be like? To be, y'know. Under him. Feeling him just rut you down into that bed. Feeling his big, knotty cock swell as he worked at that instinctual need to just empty himself out into a female. Part of you can't help but wonder if he'd be as energetic in bed as he is outside of it. Just going, and going, and going, and going until you can't take it anymore!

As the moments creep on, you can't help but feel at least a little jealous of that blanket. Lucky bitch.

[Lazy Kitsune]

By the time something seems to stir me from my slumber, a rather unflattering amount of drool had left my cheek fuzz to rather stickily cling to my pillow. With a slow, sluggish roll, I shift over to my other side, looking over to see what it was exactly that Wattson was up to this late at night to make so much noise. I had assumed he had began bouncing on the bed, enjoying its springiness and having far too much energy to rest all night long. What I found instead was... very different.

Poor Wattson. Clearly the day's events had left him quite a bit pent up. And unlike me, he hadn't been rocked with orgasm after orgasm to help make up for it. Now it seems he's taken matters into his own hands... well, not even with his hands. Maybe he doesn't know how to. Instead he's made his own... fuck bundle, humping his own blanket to make up for all the build up he's had to deal with.

And he was really going at it too. That blanket was probably having the time of its life. I know I'd probably enjoy getting pounced on and pounding out like that. I mean... not by Wattson, that would be weird... but... he's not bad to look at. And its quite enjoyable to watch him... experiment like this. I bite my lip and rub my thighs together at the thought and very clear demonstration I was getting. But no... I couldn't actually go through with it.

That doesn't mean I can't appreciate Wattson from afar. A little harmless fantasy or two wouldn't hurt our relationship too much. I already got him worked up... so maybe it was only fair he gets me worked up every so often and neither of us get to cross that final boundary. Still, it was a bit sad to see him reduced to this. Well, reduced wouldn't be accurate... this was probably all very new for him, and there wasn't anything sad with him exploring ways to feel good.

But he deserved something a little more... real. Someone that would moan and quiver as he pounded into them and cry out as they felt his knot enter them. Someone he could drive orgasm after orgasm from before pumping them full of his own puppy batter. Someone that wouldn't just sit there like that blanket bundle - frigid bitch.

Maybe I could help him out by being his wingman of sorts? Help him find someone he can blow off some steam with. That way if he ever gets pent up from our journeys, he has someone who can relieve all that with without needing to worry about compromising our friendship. And look at him go. Whoever that is would certainly enjoy it.

For now though... I should probably just let him have at the blanket. Its none of my business of he wants to breed his bedsheets, and while it may be interrupting my sleep a little, the feelings the show was giving me weren't... all unpleasant. Maybe it'll lead to a good dream or two. I didn't want to make him feel embarrassed, and besides... what would I even say? It's awkward as fuck seeing him like this, even if I wasn't going to judge him over it. So I close my eyes and pretend to still be asleep. Maybe I'll even be able to drift off for real, despite the squeaking, and leave him to go at it in peace.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Vowing to get him a better means of dealing with his arousal, you try to bundle yourself up in your own blankets and drift off to bed. Just ignore... ignore it. He'd be finished soon enough, and you both could go back to sleep. The minutes tick on and on with no reprieve for either of you, though, and you hear him reposition himself more than once to get a better angle at his... lover... blanket, thing. Either he's got a longer fuse than you've given him credit for, or that blanket must be a bad lay. He keeps at it though, diligent and lively as ever. And as time goes on, you can hear his panting change. He starts grunting, gently at first, but it gets rougher as time goes on. The kind of deep, hungry grunts that men make when they start to swell. His knot is probably out by now, and he can feel it building and building. But you're going back to sleep! What he and his knot end up doing is none of your business, you remind yourself. You keep reminding yourself as you hear him start to growl, the squeaking getting somehow even louder. He's close. You can tell it by the way he almost seems to snarl, the noise somehow bestial and not the least bit unappealing. He's almost there... You can almost get back to sleep. Almost... almost...

"Owwuuuhhhhh!"

There he goes! Good boy, Wattson. You're reminded that the doors to the dormitories don't exactly have, well, doors on them, but you can't blame the guy for being a little noisy. He just had what's likely his first orgasm. You fight the urge to look over at him as the howl dies back down to hurried panting, and the squeaks slow their tempo until they stop entirely. There's some shuffling, and a gentle 'thump' as your buddy kicks his partner out of bed, clearly having gotten what he needed out of her. And while you imagine he settles into a deep, satisfied sleep after finally getting some relief, your own is hindered once again by a distinctly musky smell that starts to waft your way. It's really... thick, and masculine. You honestly didn't expect a little guy like Wattson to produce that kind of... scent. And just how much did he pump out, exactly?! Why was it so strong?! You vow to bury yourself deeper into your blanket burrito to escape the smell before it gets you any stickier between the legs, and eventually, with enough diligence, you do drift off just as you wanted to.

---

You awaken with a deep, satisfying yawn. What a night! But for all the strange dreams which plagued you, you feel like a hundred bucks after getting all that sleep. Stretching in your bed, you reach over and take a look at your phone. It's just a little passed seven in the morning. You could probably afford to laze around for a little bit. The Professor usually didn't send one of the aides over to get you until you were at least an hour late. Plenty of tiiiiime. Of course, your own desires weren't the only ones to consider. You only had a few moments of being awake before Wattson usually noticed, and once he did notice, well, that was that. And speak of the devil, you caught sight of his fuzzy form at the lip of your bed just as you think it. He pulls himself up to join you shortly thereafter, and the first of many laps begin to rain down on your cheek. You giggle, of course, as he tickles you with his kisses.

And then you giggle a little less as he reaches down with a fur-covered hand and peels back the blanket, letting the chilly morning air caress your bare chest. You shiver, but only for a time, as he reaches up to cup your breasts and warm them in his hands. And then you shiver again, when he starts to trail his tongue further down, lapping all down your neck and cross your collarbone. Your giggles turn to moans as he lavishes your perky tits in affection, sucking and licking and nipping at the underside. Then he keeps going further, and further, and you can feel yourself really getting into it. His wet nose on your tummy tickles, and when you feel his breath on your mound, you can't help but tingle. His deft hands spread your legs for you as he disappears under the blanket, and when he finally drags his hot, rough tongue across your sex, you're in heaven. It's all you can do to grab your sheets with balled up hands and curl your toes as Wattson sees to giving you a good, long, proper wake-up call, working that long tongue of his into places you could only wish your toys could go. It doesn't take long for you to cum with such a diligent mouth tending to your needs, and you find yourself bucking against his soft, warm fur as he holds your legs throughout the first of many. You love it, and you know he loves it too. The taste. The smell. Everything he does to you.

You're halfway through your third orgasm of the morning when you hear it. A sound, and not just the messy, sticky slurping between your thighs. A voice?

"Mira... Mira... Mira!"

---

Your eyes snap open, hurriedly taking in your surroundings. You're... awake! Again! And this time, no phone to check. You hold a hand up to your face to see just what you are, and find not the pale, unblemished skin of a researcher, but the fluffy, half-paw half-hand of a Sylveon starting back at you. And when you put that hand down, you see another strange sight: the snout of a particular viper looking down at you.

"Jeez, you're hard to wake up, you know that? We were supposed to meet in the morning, and it's almost ten! That's nearly lunch!"

Sage's voice is a sobering thing to hear, given that only moments ago you... and Wattson... well, the you and the Wattson in your head, were having a real intimate kind of morning. Something your body must have liked quite a bit, judging by the hot, sticky warmth you feel on your other hand. You had that one atop his head in the dream, but in the real world, well, let's just say it wasn't a tongue that was doing the heavy lifting. Luckily, you're still covered enough to avoid Sage seeing what kind of state you're in under the blankets.

[Lazy Kitsune]

It was... surreal. Hearing Wattson get so... feral. So wild and eager to rut. He was like a completely different Pokémon. And whether he was rutting me or not it seemed I wouldn't be getting any sleep while he dealt with his needs. He was simply to... energetic. And to make matters worse, the longer he went on, the more I felt... needy. Wet. Hot. I was burning up between my legs, my body longing to trade places with his blanket. It didn't matter how bestial he sounded, something within me felt like I belonged beneath him - that there was something wrong with the world if I wasn't his mate.

I tried to put these thoughts out of my head, but even when he was finally done I wasn't free from them. If anything they got worse. Fuck, that stench. It was sooo... potent. Overpowering. Just like with those Zigzagoon. Maybe even stronger. My thighs grew stickier by the second, and much needier, while I was left to stew in Wattson's pheromones. A heady concoction of musk and seed that filled the room and turned my head into gooey, needy mush. I could keep myself from doing anything stupid... but if Wattson chose to jump me right here right now then that would be it. I would be his.

---

Of course, Wattson's eager for his favourite morning treat. Whether I want to lie on or not, there's not really much point in denying him. If he wants it, he'll have it, and its not like I didn't enjoy it as well. He used his tongue so well, and he knows he's earned it. Earned me. As he claims more and more of my body with his tongue, eventually getting to the very prize he so hungers for, I start mentally rescheduling my day. I couldn't help it if I was late because Wattson wanted to make use of me this morning... but maybe I should go so far as to call in sick. He seemed particularly needy, so he might not let me go anyway. Besides, it might cause a scene if we did go to the lab and he started trying to claim me there. Better to spend all day here with him - so he can really work his needs out on me... and in me. All over me.

---

"Sage! Sorry, I'm not normally a morning person... and... well, yesterday was particularly exhausting on top of that." I say once my mind catches up with reality. Did I really just have a wet dream about Wattson. Not just any wet dream, but I came... multiple times...

It was that smell, it must be. The musk of his release. Going to sleep right next to that, it messed with my dreams. And my body too, fuck, I was absolutely drenched down there. I shift upright in my bed, trying not to give anything away. Though I glance over to Wattson's bed. He wasn't one for lying in normally. Was he still in bed, sleeping off his night-time activities, or had he been up and about already but left me to rest?

"I'm feeling much better now. I'll be down in a moment."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Your excuse, though legitimate, does seem to have on deaf ears, as Sage practically purses her lips in doubt.

"Mhm. I'm sure you had a very hard night," The little viper rolls her eyes, though she doesn't seem to linger on it for too very long, "I'll be down in the main hall. Don't make me come back up a second time!"

Turning on her stubby little feet, the Snivy makes her way out of your room with a swishing of her leafy tail, leaving you alone in the dormitory. It seemed as though Wattson might have gotten an early start on the day, perhaps going ahead to meet up with Sage and Rover, if they hadn't come to collect him first. Not that you aren't left with a rather tangible reminder of your Yamper's presence. Even though it isn't as strong as before... you can still smell him. His musk. You spot the blanket that had so usefully served as a collector for his lusts the night before tucked up under his bed, perhaps to hide away the evidence of what he had done. It's not like anybody would find a misplaced bit of bedding to be unusual, so you doubt Sage investigated it overly much. Though, based on her comment, it's likely that even she caught a whiff of what your best friend had left behind. Only, she must think he left his load where it belongs rather than in his- no! No, not where it belongs! It didn't belong in side you! Bad girl!

Shaking the lingering lust from your very active dream away, you step off out of bed to get dressed again. Your thighs are thoroughly stained from your night time adventure, and you almost panic as you ponder what to do about that. Thankfully, you notice something near the door which hadn't been there prior: a wash basin, and a few rolls of towels. Presumably, whatever counted as housekeeping in the Guild Hall had brought it along and slid it under the curtain in the morning so the residents could freshen up before starting their days. A thoughtful gesture, at the very least, as you aren't quite sure whether or not Burrowton has developed indoor plumbing yet. An unfortunate thing if true, seeing as though how badly you could use a cold shower after the night you had.

[Lazy Kitsune]

Alright, someone's in a mood today. Maybe if she didn't get up so early she wouldn't be so bitchy. I figured with everything I've been through in the past day, accidentally oversleeping would fall into the realm of perfectly understandable. Possibly even fricking heroic and badass given it was the only thing wrong with me right now. Not that it was even a thing wrong with me. I overslept all the time! So if anything, it was just right with me! Which made me even more heroic and badass!

She probably had her own idea about why I was so tired. Even if she didn't linger on the smell too much, Wattson wasn't exactly quiet. If anyone else overheard him last night then they might be excused for thinking he very passionately pounded me into oblivion the night before. But... ugh... no, I can't be thinking about Wattson that way. And other people should mind their own business. Or just... fuck themselves - as in literally - like, commit to the act of fucking on their own time and for their own interests. Then they might not be so concerned with speculating on my own potential sex life with my Yamper.

Okay, Sage was probably the absolute worst person to greet me at the start of the day it would seem. Now I felt about as bitchy as her. But I did want to get trained up, and she was willing to train me - even if that would ultimately serve her own interests. So I better get down their as quickly as possible. Just the small matter of smelling like a cock hungry whore to deal with.

Showers are... sadly... out of the question. Maybe if Sage knew what a showerhead was then she'd enjoy taking her time with her mornings a little bit more and would be all around more pleasant to talk to. But if I had to wash myself by hand, then I would wash myself by hand. Quickly, focusing mainly between my legs. If anyone had a nose half as sensitive as Wattson's then it wouldn't take them too long to start smelling my juices all over my legs if I didn't do something about it right away. I'll give myself a quick scrub, get changed and then head on down to meet with Team Verdant.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Once you've thoroughly scrubbed yourself down and managed, with a little difficulty, to get yourself back into your cave girl-chic outfit, you're just a perilous ladder descent away from joining up with the others. And once you've managed to get your feet on solid ground without the fear of slipping and landing ass first on the ground, you make your way back out into the main hall, which seems a fair bit less crowded in the mid-morning than it did in the evening. Maybe the Pokemon of the town used the Guild Hall as a gathering place and watering hall, as well as, well, the place where the town's defenders gathered. You're sure some of the Rescue Teams were heroic enough for folks to wanna buy drinks for. Maybe not Sage's team, but some of them for sure. Absent the previous day but present then, you catch sight of Flare's fiery tail swishing to-and-fro not a moment too soon, the Charizard lounging back in a sturdy looking chair behind the counter you spotted earlier. She seems to be reading what almost looks like a morning paper, a little pair of spectacles perched on the end of her snout as she leaned back, her shapely legs kicked up onto the counter's edge.

"Mm? Perhaps realizing she nearly thwacked you with the tip of her torch-like appendage, she casts a gaze over her shoulder with her long neck, eyes filled with recognition as she spots you, "Oh, careful, sweet thing. Wouldn't want to singe that pretty hair of yours."

The morning had been difficult, but getting complimented by a big dragon mommy might very well make getting out of bed before noon worth it! She waves you off after a moment, returning to reading her paper, and once you collect yourself from the run in with her, you manage to spot Team Verdant over at the same table you met them at. Wattson is among them, doing his level best to keep his butt on a seat as you approach. Though, when you approach, he practically leaps off his log and bounds over to you.

"Mira! You're up! I was gonna wake you up, but... well, you seemed really tired, so I didn't! But you're up now, so that's neat, and um, I guess we have to do a thing today. So that might be fun!"

"Fun? It's going to be better than fun. You've got the single best tutor in the entire town ready to teach you how to kick ass and take names!" Sage interjects with an almost unfitting level of pride, puffing her slender chest out as she does so, "I'll take you from zeroes to heroes faster than you can say, 'Oh my Arceus, thank you so much Sage, you're amazing!'."

A little full of herself, maybe, but it wasn't like you actually saw her battle anything. Maybe she actually was that good. Granted, she had been complaining about being stuck in the rookie tier the day prior. Maybe she was tough for a beginner. Like the biggest toddler in the sandbox. Might explain the attitude problem.

"We can train in the meadows outside town," Rover stands up from his place beside Sage, offering you a little nod of greeting as he does, "They're safer than the caverns, during the day."

[Lazy Kitsune]

Traversing this ladder was certainly much less fun without Liz's bouncy and full NidoMILF ass to enjoy the whole way. Still, I could at least mentally picture her ass swaying and bouncing with each rung of the ladder, which seemed to help ease me into climbing down. "Boing" I murmur under my breath, taking one rung down. "Sway. Boing. Sway. Boing. Sway."

Once I reached the bottom, however, my mood could be lifted by non imaginary MILF goodness. Flare was here, and with her some visual proof that this society had corrective lenses. Good, here I was mentally preparing to invent glass, glass cutting, means of measuring light refraction and all the rest just to hand craft my own spectacles. I was only... slightly disappointed that I wasn't going to have to test my knowledge and see if I could actually do it. Maybe there's something else I can invent for these people.

Though there's much more to delight me about Flare than just what's on her face, especially when she starts to speak to me. Come on Mira, now's your chance to make up for last night's fiasco. Impress her. Say something smart!

"Uhuh! Yeah. Hahaha. Hmm~" I brush aside some of my hair. Okay, of course I can't manage words. She called my hair pretty. Murmured fluttering giggles was all I could manage right now.

I carry on past her, curling some of my hair around one of my fingers as I head on my way to meet up with Team Verdant. Wattson bounds over to me right away. Seems like he did indeed meet up with the others before me. Though he left me to sleep in. Maybe he thought he was doing me a favour, or maybe he felt to awkward to wake me up given what he was up to last night. Hopefully the former. Either way, I give him a quick ruffle and scratch at the top of his head.

"Yeah, we've probably got a lot to do on quite a few days." I say, before turning my attention back to Rover and Sage.

They did save me, so at the very least they were capable of taking on two Zigzagoon. Which... historically was never the most impressive feat ever, but I couldn't do it so who was I to comment. At the very least they could show me how to use my moves. And once I could... well... I was the highest evolution on the team... I wouldn't be too surprised if I wound up being a little stronger than the two of them. But they both still had much more useful experience about this world that I could learn from.

"During the day? Do they stop being safe at night?" I ask, returning Rover's nod. "Well, I'm sure Wattson's been eager to go for his morning walk, so lead the way!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

"Ferals usually stay in the caverns, but occasionally will wander to the surface. They're harder to spot at night, so more dangerous."

You supposed that explained the wall around the base of the hill, though it didn't look at that difficult to get over for a determined and horny Pokemon. Maybe there were other forms of security, though. You supposed you would soon find out, as Sage takes point in leading your little convoy out of the tree and down the hill it seemed to dominate. There was a little hustle and bustle here and there on the surface, as the 'mon who chose to live outside the burrow went about the labor of the day. Although many of the buildings aren't exactly the peak of human craftsmanship, there's a distinctly cozy vibe to Burrowton that almost puts you at ease. Whatever technological advancements they had made, their settlement had yet to really urbanize. You don't have to worry about the hum of electrical lines or the squealing of the occasional car brakes. Just cute little homes and an ocean of bright, green grass as far as the eye could see. The air even smells a little fresher, though that might just be your new snout giving you a much greater appreciation for scent.

The two of you manage to reach what stands for a gatehouse at Burrowton. Which, really, is just a place where the carefully stacked rocks of the wall part enough for a pretty basic wooden gate to sit. A gate which remains open, occasionally creaking with the breeze. Sage continues to march forward, the rest of you following, and she doesn't seem to stop even as the four of you pass by a rather imposing sight: not more than dozen meters outside the gate, a huge, hulking mass of a man, or well, bull lays sprawled out in the lush grass of the meadows beyond. They had always been imposing to look at, but somehow, when you take a Tauros and stretch its bulky frame over a humanoid skeleton, they look even bigger! You can practically see the heavy muscles beneath his tan hide bulge as the big guy pushes himself up onto his arms to give a look at the folks passing him by.

"Where y'all headin'?" The voice that rumbles from him as equally imposing, though Sage and Rover don't seem especially shocked by it, given that they, well, live inside the town he's apparently guarding.

"Showing a ropes. The big guy doesn't like it when we use moves in-town, and these two can't handle the caverns. Gotta find a nice field to practice in."

He seems to mull over Sage's words, his eyes drifting between you and Wattson. Though, when he catches your own eyes lingering on him, he shoots you a little grin in return.

"Got'cha. Y'all be careful now, and holler if you need me."

"We'll be fine, Duke. I'm not a little baby any more!"

The Tauros, Duke as it were, exhales a little laugh through flared nostrils as he falls back onto the grass, putting his thick arms up behind his head and stretching out in the sun, which bathes every part of his body but that which is covered by his heavy-duty looking loincloth, which hangs rather low between his legs. For reasons you can only... really... really try not to think about, given how prominently Tauros featured in certain... rural pieces of fiction you had read before. Sage's brisk pace keeps you from lingering on him too long, though, and soon the walls of Burrowton disappear into the distance alongside Duke, though the massive tree which so prominently dots the town continues to dominant the distance for quite some time. Eventually, though, you come to a patch of land that seems a little more flattened out that the untamed meadows around you. There's even a couple of old, beat up logs in the middle. Targets, maybe.

"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, rookie. Today, you don't know the foggiest thing about crackin' heads, but when I'm done with you, you'll be a champion that even the old man would be proud of!" Sage makes her boisterous declaration as she waddled to the center of the clearing, grinning brightly, "But before we get you there, I gotta ask you one thing."

A short pause, as she wrings her hands.

"Uh, what moves do you know exactly? I don't really hang out with a lot of Fairy-types. Like a smooch-smooch? Or, uh, I'm pretty sure you guys have lasers? Don't be embarrassed to share, now. Even Rover didn't know a Fighting-move 'til just recently."

[Lazy Kitsune]

The trek down the hill is simple enough. Burrowton might be much more than I expected Pokémon to be able to put together, but it was still a small village - at least in terms of what could be seen on the surface. I may not get out much, but I'm used to commuting around bustling human towns and cities, which Burrowton could disappear entirely within one of and never be found. I liked the hill's atmosphere though. It had a lovely, cosy feel to it. If I had to be stuck anywhere away from human civilisation, I'm glad it was somewhere like here. I've already gotten a taste of the alternative.

More reasons to enjoy my stay intoduce themselves in the form of Duke. I don't know how Sage can just walk on by him without even lingering a little. Sure, anthropomorphic Tauros are probably the only kind of Tauros they have around here, but he's still... hot. I am... fucking thirsty. Like seriously, Liz, Flare, Wattson and now this hunk of beef lounging about out here. He could do... so many things to me. Ohh... okay... wow...

Fortunately for my dignity's sake, Sage is quick to keep walking, so I'm forced to keep pace to stick with the group. Not wanting to pass this meeting by without anything to say for myself, however, I wave towards Dule. "I'm Mira, nice to meet you!" I say, as I start to move away. "Maybe I'll see you around."

With Duke behind us and my training before us, it was time to focus on Sage and Rover's instructions. Which... was that a bit weird... I was a human... sort of... and now I was about to be trained by Pokémon... sort of? A bit of role reversal, I suppose. Although I was never really the type of trainer to, well, do any of that Pokémon league stuff. Wattson was more a companion than someone I would send into fights against rivals and Gym leaders. I knew a lot of theory about this sort of thing, but in terms of actual experience I was completely out of my element.

And then there was the issue of... well... moves.

"Uhh... yeah... well..." I scratch the back of my head and cast my eyes around as if an answer to my problems would just appear before me. "I don't actually know what I know... you know? Like, I did this one thing... in the cavern... where I seemed to be able to hurt the Zigzagoon with my voice. But I'm not sure how I did that... I was just trying to get them off of Wattson and it... well... worked, somehow. But I've not been able to do it again, and I don't know what else I can do."

I frown and take a couple of steps back from the group. "I suppose I can try and do another move." I say, squinting as I squat and raise my fists. My cheeks puff out and I focus as much energy as I can outward. "If I just.... ngnngh.... se if I can do something... maybe like this..."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Sage watches you with what must be a mixture of confusion, amusement, and at least a little bit of pity as you strain yourself in pursuit of calling on your new body's powers. It almost feels like you're getting somewhere, pushing outwards as hard as you do. But then, after a few more moments, all you really manage to do is make yourself dizzy. But that can't be helped! You hadn't eaten anything since... well, ever, come to think of it. And your Nidomommy hadn't brought you your lunch yet. Who could perform well under such dire circumstances?

"No, no, you're doing it all wrong," The Snivy is quick to interject, as helpful as ever, gesturing towards the logs, "You can't force it like that. You gotta just... feel it out. Let it flow through you and then..."

Sage brings her leafy tail to bear, and within seconds the foliage at its tip begins to glow a myriad of colors. She rears the appendage back, and with a little grunt of effort, swings it toward the tree in a single, graceful flip. Several of the leaves detach in that moment, soaring in different directions before suddenly course correcting in mid-air, each of them homing in on the unfortunate log such that they all embed themselves in its trunk at the same time. Clearly proud of her handiwork, she turns back to you with a grin.

"See? It's that easy. Just, y'know, do that."

If only it were that easy. Maybe the issue was the tail? Your tail wasn't quite as long, or have nearly as many projectile worthy bits and bobs on it. Maybe if you waggled it real hard, something would happen? As you consider the logistics of that, Rover steps forward, if only briefly.

"Focus on your throat. Picture it filling with energy from your chest," Now that advice was more actionable, and perhaps it might even make you look a little less silly, "Then, try to vocalize like you did in the cave. Imagine it flowing out at the logs."

[Lazy Kitsune]

As my efforts bore no fruit, Sage offered up a quick demonstration of one of her own abilities. I was no experienced trainer, but it looked like it could be Magical Leaf on display, going by how the leaves that sprung from her tail looked and how they seemed to be able to hone in on her target. I doubt I'd be able to do something quite like that, given a distinct lack of leaves. Still, you never know if you don't try.

Rover offers up a bit more specific advice given my circumstances, and expands further than simply saying to "just do that." Focusing on my throat and channel energy from my chest. That sounded useful, and matched up with how I triggered my move last time. Perhaps that would be a good way to trigger it again, though I was also curious to see what else I could do. And if both of them were helping to train me, then maybe I should try and take a piece of advice from each of them.

I imagined an energy building within my chest and pictured it starting to flow through me, like Rover suggested. Though instead of directing it to my throat, I tried to guide it towards my tail. If Sage could do cool things with her tail, then maybe I could too. Mine isn't quite as long as Sage's, but I can still swing it - at least with a bit of help from my hips. I turn and all but shake my ass at the target, directing the energy out of my tail to see if I had any fun tail stuff of my own to do, just like Sage. I'm not sure why I had a gut feeling that it could work after seeing Sage do so herself, but maybe that's how I could figure out what I could do - through gut feelings.

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Attempting to use Copycat to mimic Sage's move.