Pokémon: Plasma Perils [cliffracer]

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

You feel Tybalt's shaft twitch in your hand as you relish in his size, the bulky fire-type obviously flattered if not still horribly embarrassed by the way you look at it. Although he tries to remain the perfect gentleman you know him to be, it becomes clear that the feeling is mutual, when his eyes follow your movements and eventually fall to your chest when you peel out of your jacket. He whines briefly when you turn away from him, but his tune changes when you drop down to your hands and knees and expose your pussy to him. It takes a bit, but you hear him shift from his position on his side, and trot towards you. You're suddenly shocked by the sensation of his nose burying itself between your thighs, sniffing your arousal for a few seconds before his long, hot tongue begins lapping at your fold eagerly. He seems to enjoy your taste, becoming more frenzied as he gets to know your flavor, the tip of it even reaching as far as your clitoris and giving it a good couple flicks before he pulls away.

You almost spin to see what he's doing, but without missing a beat, you suddenly feel a pair of paws bigger than your head find purchase on either one of your shoulders. You half worry he'll crush you, but the advantage of having the gentle giant take you become apparent and he does everything he can to spare you his weight. What he doesn't spare you is that big, huge, bitchbreaker you were fantasizing about moments earlier. You feel it slip between your thighs as he mounts you like a proper mate, his breath like steam on your nape as he shifts his hips back and forth, trying to line himself up with you and in the process showing you just how deep he can get; the tip of his cock brushes the bottom of your ribs, leaving a strand of pre-cum in the process.

Finally, though, he gets frustrated, and pulls back enough for the thing to barely stick between your legs. The tip only slides against your folds for a split second, but he seizes the opportunity and thrusts inside you before it passes. The resulting feeling is like electricity dancing beneath your skin. His tapered member sinks deep into your womanhood, at least a solid six inches on the first hump, the thinner tip portion more akin to the bigger men you've been fucked with in the past... but he's quick to show you what he has that they could never hope to match. With a pleasure drunk snarl, he pushes himself deeper into you besides, allowing you to feel his slick length spread you more and more, slipping further and further, inch by inch disappearing inside you. Your jaw seems to involuntarily drop with it, pussy clenching hard against this impossibly huge invader as it easily reaches your deepest points. Another jolt, this time like white hot lightning firing up your spine, your toes curling as he hits your cervix.

If you were brave enough to look down between your tits to see how much was left, you'd be greeted with the pleasant sight of half his cock still left unburied... but you knew that going in. You knew T was going to utterly blow you out with that massive pillar of flesh; and it excited you on a deep, debased level. That much was proven when he finally began fucking you after what felt like forever. Your pussy at max capacity, his quick hump sends another crack of mind-numbing lightning up your spine, then another when he thrusts again. Soon enough he's begun to rhythmically thrusting, following his instincts to breed this fertile female, giving you but half a second of pause between each wave of pleasure that rolls through you, a distinct squelch coming from your soaked lips as you coat your big, dopey male in arousal and make it all the easier for his forearm sized prick to give it to you just how you need.

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Tamara was glad she didn't have to wait long for Tybalt to jump on this opportunity, for the briefest moment she felt like she might've embarassed her Pokemon too hard. Feeling a cold nose and an eager tongue allowed her to at least lower her head, wary of the possibility that she might make eye contact with Morrigan and see what new way he can judge her this time. Left trembling after Tybalt's initial exploration, the impulse to raise her voice gets cut by two fluffy paws landing on her shoulders, suddenly making her feel quite small. She'd used the big guy as a pillow before, but this new perspective was seriously something else. Another thing that makes her feel small is feeling his cock brush right against where her ribs end, and that quick comparison between sizes only made her more eager.

She was about to help line him up, but he pulled back just out of reach long enough for her to prepare for what's happening. When he strikes true it earns him a very lewd noise coming through her clenched teeth, the shock that it actually fit fused with the bliss of having it in making an all-too-affirmative groan. Once he starts claiming more of her she can't keep her head down, spine arching with such complex pleasure as she somehow finds room for more of his meat- not limitlessly, as her cervix helpfully reports. She looks down during that lull, heart skipping a beat seeing she's only managed to fit half. It already felt like such a monumental task, but the thought that there was more to take caught her off guard enough for Tybalt's next thrust to suprise her.

Her head drops back down, knowing damn well that all she wanted now was for Tybalt to bone her. She hardly had room for anything more complex, just a sense of knowing that this was a very 'correct' place for her at the moment. With her breath jumping every thrust, she manages to groan out "Give it to me, Tybalt."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Your lewd panting and submissive positioning only seem to drive Tybalt to ream you quicker and harder. Feeling his hot breathe on the back of your neck, his warmth on your back and the powerful muscles of his hips flexing each time he pushed his forearm-length prick deep into you, it's a wonder you can do so much as think to speak his name, your mind utterly fogged in a fuck-happy lust that only grows every time he strikes your cervix with the tip of his tapered cock. It feels so fucking right, on all fours and letting your stud of an Arcanine breed you like you're his bitch. You had always enjoyed being roughed up and dominated by men, but feeling just how much more powerful your partner was by comparison to you, it ignited an almost primal need to let him have any part of you he wanted.

It must be a mutual sensation, as you feel Tybalt get rougher with you as the moments tick by. His weight bears down on you more and more, and in combination with the white hot electricity burning every nerve in your body, you suddenly find your arms giving out below you, sliding along the ground in front of you to keep your face from going straight into the grass, although there's a rather pleasurable contrast in the cool, damp plant life below against your tits compared to the veritable furnace that is Tybalt's fur, now pressed into your back as he pins you down.

With your face almost at ground level and your plump behind stuck right up in the air, Tybalt's huge paws take a position on either side of your head. This new position gives him better leverage to fuck you, and your eyes begin to involuntarily roll upwards as his thrusting quickens. Like a battering ram, his shaft slams the entrance to your womb over and over, pushing harder and harder against your baby maker. The canine's lust drives him harder and harder, trying to drive all of his massive length into the tight, wet folds of your pussy. If he keeps going like this, you feel like he'll...

Oh...

Oh no...

Oh, Arceus, yes.

Tybalt lets out a dominant growl of frustration, and before you can so much as whimper in response, you feel him slam you hard enough to nearly send you sliding across the grass, if he hadn't pinned you with his body first. In a burst of agonizing pleasure, you feel the head of his bitch-breaker strike your deepest part... or, at least, what you assumed was deepest part. Because in that split second of cognition between his tip pushing your cervix and the storm that follows, you realize, perhaps gleefully, he isn't going to withdraw this time.

Your eyes shoot to the back of your head as he pierces your womb, filling you far beyond capacity. Your insides clench and spasm uncontrollably as your nerves go off like fireworks, inch after inch of T's meat filling your insides until you can practically feel it bulging outwards your against taut tummy. He doesn't stop until his big, apple sized balls pressing into your crotch, all but his knot stuffed into you in his lust. Mercifully, he waits for you to stop your squirming and spasming, perhaps content to feel your muscles grip and milk at his length as you experience an orgasm truly worthy of the itch you've had burning in your loins all day.

But no sooner than you regain control of your limbs and mind, does he suddenly pull back, and with a dominant grunt, begin to turn your mind and body into jelly with a hard thrust, followed by another and another, bottoming out in you every time and signifying this with the satisfying 'clap' of his nuts against your sticky, girl-cum coated thighs.

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It was a somewhat spiritual experience Tamara was having right now, having what is bar-none the best sex she's had in her life delivered to her by Tybalt. A small part of it was that Tybalt was a good friend and that made it sweeter, but well overshadowed by the fact that she was getting her mind blown by sensation and raw need. Having him hot against her back once she finally sunk to the grass just cemented how amazing this submission to him felt, his dominant presence and those constant jolts of pleasure making the heat rolling off him easy to endure. With her straight ass in the air though, it was only a matter of time before Tybalt would find a new way to blow her mind, and she felt it coming well before it happened.

He drove deep, and blew her mind. Now she was getting used in a way she'd never considered possible, cumming the whole time Tybalt is making the rest of his titanic meat home, only managing to shiver and sigh with relief once she processes the furry balls against her. That short moment of recognition triggered an alarm bell- "Tybalt's not done, get ready for more." And then... she started getting what she'd classify as "bred". He was pounding straight in to her womb, every thrust came with a reminder that she doesn't know just how much Tybalt can cum at once and that she wanted as much of it as she could get. Half-aware of what she's doing, she manages to bring her arms around to hold on to Tybalt's forelegs, just an extra bit of intimacy she could show him.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Keeping track of time becomes hard as you lose yourself to the pleasure of Tybalt's pounding. Counting the hard, wet claps from each of his thrusts sufficed for a time, but after the second dozen 'smack' of his prodigious balls against your bottom everything else began to melt away. He isn't just fucking you, but carving the shape of his cock into your body. Every time he sheathes himself, you feel your belly bulge with the shape of his shaft, going obscenely deep into you and filling your womb with cock. Every single nerve, every cranny of your womanhood is stuffed with him, every motion causing your nerves to light up with blissful agony as no part is left unstimulated. It's overwhelming; so much so that you find yourself cumming a second time in rapid succession to your first, your pussy like a vice around the gargantuan invader in a vain attempt to milk that giant payload you just know he's keeping in his sack. You crave it on a deep, base level, a primal need for the sensation of this monstrous cock to release everything it has and pack you full of thick, musky cum. Tybalt too must feel this need to breed, as you can feel his breath on your neck becoming more erratic as he ruts against you, his hips jerking more urgently even as he pounds you through your orgasm without pause or regret.

In a moment of precious lucidity, a satisfaction of a variety different from carnal washes over you. You can feel it, slowly slipping out every time he humps. Where before the hefty whack of his balls followed every shove, now there was something blocking him from pushing himself all the way against you. Something big, and hard and round right at the base of him. His knot, swelling full with arousal, was being pressed into your folds every time T tried bottoming out into you. You could practically feel the desperation in his actions; he wants to shove everything he has inside you, feel your folds grip all he has to offer, blow everything sloshing around in that speed bag he called a sack as far as he can into you. With frustration comes force, and you're left only to clench his forepaws in preparation as you feel him ram into you once... twice... and thriiiceoharceus.

In a display that nearly leaves your legs to drop out from under you, Tybalt forces his knot against you one final time and presses his full weight into your ass, sliding what must be a bundle of flesh bigger than your fist inside of you. The sensation of burying his sensitive base into you must do it for the beast; with what sounds like equal parts of roar of dominance and a howl of delight, the massive member that's stuffed deep within you begins to jerk and throb, and the feeling of a raging inferno fills your core as he cums inside you in several long, voluminous blasts of virile seed. It's so hot.. so incredibly hot! Each strand of spunk that fills you warms you to the core, every shot of his seed seemingly bigger than the last. You feel is weight drop atop you, pinning you to the ground as he tenses in release, the fire-type acting like a giant, fuzzy blanket of sorts that keeps you baking in the heat of your first proper breeding. Trapped inside you by the impossibly large knot that's tied you to your lover, the cum builds and builds every time his shaft jerks and fires off another, and you can practically feel your womb stretching to hold it all in. By the time he seems to have finished, and the big lunk lowers his head to lap softly at your sweat covered cheek, your packed tummy has distended enough to be visible, holding what must be well over a quart of the hot, sticky stuff.

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So blissfully locked in pleasure and intense sensation, Tamara was having trouble remembering if she'd been getting fucked for a couple minutes or a few hours. Not that it mattered much to her, she'd be here as long as Tybalt wanted her if it meant he'd keep fucking her like this. This was the first time a partner made her cum twice, even if her orgasms were practically a way to pleasure him when she didn't have much muscle control left to do so herself. But then she noticed something different, something very exciting; he was nearing his limit, she only had to feel the knot hit her a couple times to understand it. If she could actually control her legs enough to push against it herself she certainly would have, but Tybalt quickly dealt with her hasty need himself. Finally having the knot forced in to her and having her partner roar practically in triumph, utter satisfaction of feeling him balls-deep...

Tybalt's cum catches her very off-guard with its heat. In retrospect she should've expected it to be so hot, but in the moment, she was totally blindsided by the glorious heat of it all. She was expecting him to have a lot of cum packed away for her, and what she got initially was a serious cream filling. Of course, Tybalt wasn't quite done with just that, Tamara discovered that much after he settled in on top of her. She felt every extra load he fired off in to her, but couldn't tell just how much was in her until her belly was tickling differently against the grass she was currently sweating in to. Tybalt left her panting heavily and totally exhausted from the whole experience, she was glad he wasn't moving around too much now that she's finally had a chance to recover!
"I..." Her cheek gets licked, making her sigh as she totally loses her train of thought. "Ohhhwow I am glad we're alone out here thatwasamazing. Don't... don't wiggle around too much yet, T, I'm... enjoying the moment."
Letting her face rest in the grass, she lazily calls out "Morrigaaan, you're gonna be on watch for a little. 'til I can move my... anything."

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

With your face stuffed into the grass, you can scant tell whether or not Morrigan took your request to heart or not, although it's hard enough to focus on anything other than the massive cock currently lodged inside your depth, or the equally massive load it is currently holding inside you. It's equally hard to tell how much time as gone past as you manage to regain some semblance of control over your poor, spasming muscles, although you can still barely feel your legs after the intensity of your last orgasm. Tybalt has some greater success, and when the canine senses both your returning ability to move, and his own knot beginning to deflate after what must've been near half an our of post-coital bliss, he stands up from over you and begins tugging backwards. Each time he pulls away you feel his maleness slosh around your cum filled insides, sensitive walls clenching out of instinct, but eventually he manages to yank himself free of you before he causes another eye-rolling climax. The sensation that follows is very strange indeed.

No longer plugged shut, the cum packed into your belly is allowed to flow freely, shooting with some force out of your well-used hole and coating your poor crotch as well as the grass between your legs. Eventually the steaming hot spunk begins to slow its flow, now merely trickling down your thighs like musky cream, its scent strong and masculine and ever so slightly sulfuric. It's a nice distraction from how empty you feel, now devoid of your companion's forearm length shaft and the load his apple-sized nuts deposited inside of you. You briefly wonder how any man can compete with that, and if you would even bother any more, with how easily accessed Tybalt and your new grass-type friend were. Tybalt whines softly, trotting around so that he stands above your head. A cursory look upwards would reveal the tool in question, and a dollop of cum for your efforts. His shaft, though now half-flaccid, is an utter mess, covered in your femcum and his own excretions, and he seems to want you to help him with that.

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That solid half hour or so of relaxing and recovering in the afterglow was nice, though Tamara would've changed the scenery to somewhere indoors in retrospect. As the two started to finally feel like they've recovered, Tamara's about to start wondering how she'll free herself before Tybalt figures it out for her. She realises quick and grips the grass, only to groan and pull it out after the first good tug. Somehow she hadn't even considered that it'd feel great on its way out after all was said and done, and now she was having a completely unplanned-for orgasm just from Tybalt finally freeing himself from her clutches. Getting emptied out of so much poke-cream was new and exciting, she'd definately never dealt with so much at once.

She felt a little stupid that she thought being inside would be better now. She's definately got no questions as to what that puddle by the fence was having made her own, now the question was what the poor thing on the recieving end could've been...

She was panting by the time the flow had finally slowed down. She was FINALLY getting some time where she was actually able to think, despite Tybalt expecting some cleanup.
"You're lucky I like handsome men, T!"
She's not complaining about having a chance to taste her fire-type, getting curious from the differing scent to the Sawsbuck's seed. While cleaning her Arcanine with a greedy tongue, Tamara's starting to realise that it probably isn't a great idea to spend so much time... defenseless like this, especially if this forest makes Pokemon 'uncharacteristically' horny. She probably got off light when she convinced a wild Sawsbuck to settle for a blowie, and there wouldn't have ever been a risk bending over for Tybalt or (hypothetically) letting Morrigan off the leash. The sex was the best she's ever had, but she can't let a budding new thirst of hers get her stuck in a situation she can't bail herself out of.
The guilty part of her didn't think that was too bad, but a Pokemon's den doesn't usually have a soft bed.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Tybalt puffs his chest out pridefully when you comment on his handsomeness, a cute gesture if nothing else, although with well over a foot of cock for you to drag your tongue along it's hard to really focus on his shenanigans. The cum that so generously coats your tongue with every slick and slurp is thick and musky, and having it fill your sinuses with its powerful scent makes your pussy wink even as the rest of his generous load comes dripping out and running down your thighs. It taste a little smoky, and if you were to try and place it, you'd almost say it was enjoying the char of a good barbecue, only instead of roast meat the "sauce" was slathered over a much different, much more appetizing at the moment, kind of meat. It takes you a while, but with diligence you finally polish his massive tool and suckle some splatters from the big, fuzzy balls that kept his payload safe until he could shoot it into you. The suckling certainly maintained his hardness, and if you were sure your body could handle it, another round with the big fella was certainly in the cards... but, given your vulnerability, perhaps it was best to not.

Instead, you need to figure out how best to go about your night! The sun has fully disappeared behind the horizon, and only the last wisps of daylight in the sky keep you from total darkness. You know from experience a plethora of Pokemon like to appear once the light is gone, so perhaps it is imperative to get your campfire up and going. Your thighs are a total mess, and water is still a quick jog away... you'd have to risk the forest, lest you want to become a crispy over the night and smear your sleeping bag with spunk. It's a danger... but you did have four strong chaperones to keep you safe, if you were so inclined. Three, perhaps, with how Morrigan seems to avoid your gaze in a rare display of fluster.

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Tamara was trying to act like she was doing this because Tybalt was a mess, but once again she ended up pleasantly suprised by the taste of a Pokemon's cock and cum. The difference in taste was expected thanks to the smell that's been hanging about in the air, but she was hardly expecting free steak dinner. Tybalt could probably tell the turning point where it became less about cleaning him off, her lips and tongue exploring well to find every last idle drop. Unfortunately for the big guy she didn't feel like she should be pursuing the idea of having her other side stuffed instead. She gets up once he's all clean, having a loud and satisfied sigh.
"Alright... Tybbs, can you give me a low-strength Flamethrower to start this campfire? I really need to go wash off now, so having the light to guide my way back will be nice. If you don't want to come with, Morrigan, I'd be grateful if you held the place down for a little." She smiles sympathetically for if he looks, figuring he must be dealing with arousal of his own now. That out of the way though, she reeeally can't wear her pants like this, but her jacket will at least be fine... and her belt, so she can have access to her pokeballs.

Speaking of, she decides she might as well let everyone out for the night. Sawsbuck first, and then Lex. "There we go. So, you guys, we're gonna make a quick run back to the river for a quick washing up, then head right back. I'm lucky I have some very good bodyguards." She's eyeing Sawsbuck some as she says that, mostly curious about his personality outside of the horniness. "As long as we don't get bothered, we don't need to chase after every threat, okay? The priority's just making sure I'm not stolen by a Machoke or something. Leeet's go!"

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Shaky as your legs are, you manage well enough to stand and let everybody out. The Sawsbuck seems rather irked that you've called him from the confines of his new home an interrupted what you assume was a post-nut nap, huffing at the implication that he was your bodyguard, as well as the plentiful seed pouring down your thighs. Lex, on the other hand, seems curious about the state you're in, buzzing around you rapidly and taking in your form from a variety of angles. Regardless, you set out to get this cum off of your body so you can settle in for a well deserved rest. The flames the Tybalt puffs out onto the assembled campfire is enough to light your way into the foliage, and you hear your trusty bug-type buzzing around above you every which way possible to keep you covered from the air. Perhaps to avoid the blazing inferno Tybalt just exhaled, the Sawsbuck begrudgingly follows along as well, although you get the idea he's probably just hedging his bets by keeping on your good side, eager to have a chance at bottoming out in your pussy like his canine adversary just got to do.

[Rolling encounters... nothing]

You manage to reach the stream unmolested, thankfully, and find the water just as chilly and refreshing as it was before. Refreshing was a gentle word for it, especially when you lower yourself over the edge of it and squat down in the flowing tides so that the water can more easily wash the hot, sticky seed from your folds and leave you nice and fresh. There are times when you think you see something dash through the trees across the stream, or feel eyes in the underbrush on you as you rinse yourself down, but whatever it might be, it makes no attempts to assail you, perhaps for the Ninjask posturing over your head, or the Sawsbuck grazing not so far to your back.

In just about no time, you're fresh and clean once more, although soaking wet below the tummy, and the thought of cuddling up next to a roaring fire with your boys has never been so enticing, especially with the grogginess that has somehow persisted despite your chilly late night bath. Probably a result of being fucked silly.

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Tamara pats Sawsbuck on the side once the lot has started moving. "I bet you'd be even more pissed if you never got your chance because I ended up the permanent bitch of some Pokemon out in the wilds, here. We're all gonna be nice and rested up for tomorrow, alright?"

Thankfully, her plan to use her team for protection ended up paying off. Despite no active threat happening, Tamara knew they did their job well enough just being there. She feels great about cleaning off, but now she's just internally debating with herself about the convenience of a Water-type Pokemon versus how mean it would be to have one around just for cleaning off after messy sex. Now there was just the matter of getting back to camp now that she's seemingly caught the eye of a good deal of Pokemon lurking in the darkness. Able to focus a bit better, she takes a deep breath and starts leading the way once more.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

Sawsbuck huffs at you again in response, as seems to be his way, but at least he does his duty in protecting you, even if it is just so he can have your pussy. The journey back to the camp is uneventful, although you swear you hear something whisper 'permanent bitch' off in the distance, no doubt your nerves considering neither of your companions, with their sharper senses, react to the supposed noise. When you emerge from the brush, you find Tybalt laying contentedly on his side, already snoozing away in front of the fire of his own making, and Morrigan perched up on a log not too far away, although the poor guy is still covering his privates with his large, rose shaped hands... you can imagine why, after Tybalt had his fun.

What to do now was a matter of choice. You could go right over to Ty and plop yourself down into a fuzzy embrace for the night. There was also addressing Morrigan... He had always been a little shit, and the thought of making him pay for toying with your tits earlier by dealing with his own arousal seems like justice for his naughty ways... but you had seen first hand how horny whatever it is in these woods are making the Pokemon.

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Another safe trip through the underbrush, thanks to Sawsbuck and Lex. Despite the relative strength of her chaperones, she's starting to feel like her paranoia is getting the best of her... At least, that's what she's decided it was. She's been so cautious that it's probably getting to her by this point. Besides, she's gotten back no-problem, and now she can finally get fully redressed. There was absolutely no way she was gonna sleep naked in this forest, though if that weren't a factor she might've done so despite a pent-up Roserade. Speaking of him, the earlier michief was still fresh on her mind. She couldn't decide whether she should be nice considering his arousal, or perpetuate the cycle of 'revenge'.

"Morrigan," she starts to get his attention, starting to take a reclined position against Tybalt. "Let's get settled in. It's late for more fooling around... Buuut, if it gets hard to sleep, I'll throw you a bone. Once I'M asleep, you can use my mouth as long as you don't wake me up or make a mess. Wake me up, and... I'll figure out what I wanna do with you. You'll probably spend the rest of the night in Titty Hell, at the very least. You're free to use the tools at your disposal to keep me asleep, in the event. Alright?" She grins- it's more like she's issuing a challenge right now. Either way though, she's getting settled in regardless of how Morrigan feels about it.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

If your challenge rouses Morrigan, he doesn't show it, continuing to sulk around the edges of camp, faced away from you to hide whatever kind of exotic cock that may be poking between his thighs. It's almost pitiful, but you had made your choice, and after having your insides churned like butter by the big lug of an Arcanine you're laying on, fatigue quickly sets in. Nuzzling into Tybalt's fluffy tummy, you find yourself drifting off into a deep and restful sleep among your circle of loyal companions.

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Morning comes almost instantly, not something particularly surprising, considering how sleepy you were. You still are, in fact, an uncharacteristic grogginess that makes it hard to focus on your surroundings as you peer with blurry eyes into bright sun above. As you collect yourself and reach to rub the sleep from your eyes, you find your arm wrapped snug around a rather unusual guest; your Roserade had chosen to sleep atop you, his weight thankfully more of a comfort than it was the opposite. He lays upon your torso, flowery arms dangling on either side of your body and predictable so, his head nuzzled happily between your exposed breasts, your shirt hiked up to your neck and the lacy bra you wore tugged down enough to expose your juicy rack whilst still keeping your pillowy breasts sandwiched together around his face... it leads one to question just how he managed to do so without rousing you, but it's impressive none the less.

It seems to go without saying that he'd relieved himself using your body then, something easily confirmed by the distinct soreness of an overworked jaw and the sweet, nectar like flavor that hangs heady on your tongue and cheeks. It's quite nice, frankly, not too unlike a very floral honey, and if you had the inclination to taste more, you find just the opportunity, when the 'drool' you felt running down your chin turns out to be far too thick, milky and rose-scented to be just that. At least he tried to keep it between your lips...

Your rousing gets a grumble from Tybalt, who sits up behind your, sniffing the air curiously, although that just leaves him to sneeze. His sudden shift causes a small deluge off powder to flurry about in the sky above, and the sudden urge to nuzzle back in for another hour or two of sleep hits you like a train, along with the sudden realization of why you or T hadn't woken up while Morrigan was exposing your tits or thoroughly fucking your mouth; sleep powder! Thankfully, the remains are much more inert than they had been hours ago, so fighting off the urge is simple enough, but the nerve! Or, ingenuity, depending on how you looked at it.

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Tamara squints at the light hitting her face, relieved at least that she didn't wake up in one of the ruder ways one could wake up in a forest. Morrigan's presence as a hug pillow suprised her but at least it's a pretty comfy position to be in for the both of them. She just kept him in place as she took stock of herself while waking up- she realises her jaw's gotten sore overnight, and smacking her lips a bit delivers a not-unwelcome kick to her groggy morning senses. Almost like having a spoonful of honey with breakfast. She's glad to clean her chin with the back of her hand, at least.

Ah, Tybalt's up and stirring up... powder? With it. The sleepiness hits her again and she has to take a second to shake it off, afterward realising the tactic her Roserade used. She made the offer to use any tool he had, after all... Still, if she sits here huffing the powder, she'll never be able to get up. She stands with Morrigan still held to her tits, yawning noisily along the way.

"Mmmmm... Morning, you two." She rubs her face some more, toeing the sooty remains of the campfire. "You sleep good, T? Bet the both of you did after letting off some steam."

Now, it's time for Tamara to decide her next steps. The cliff face she'd camped under was already a pretty tempting one- if she found a way to get around and up to the top, she could use it to try and get a lay of the land and check for any landmarks. Barring that there was always the option of returning to the river to start following it upstream. Either option would make it hard to avoid attention, but forcing Lex to do nothing but scout around for her felt mean. Eventually, she decides trying to find something she could be working towards out here would make it easier to get a lay of the land, so she decides on trying to find a way to the top of the cliff. Once the three of them have gotten all of the morning preparation and breakfast out of the way, she returns the two to their balls and starts following the cliff in one direction.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

The trek from base camp does some small amount of good in washing away the worst of the sleepiness, with brisk morning air keeping you more alert than you had been in your pile of Pokemon not long ago. Rounding the cliff towards the north seems to get immediate results, as almost immediately the terrain seems to get a little steeper. The further you walk, the more so this becomes fact, and eventually you find yourself scaling a steep rocky path that hugs the side of the cliff, one worn down by the usage of wild Pokemon no doubt. The reminder that you are, indeed, not alone causes some amount of worry, but for all the chattering of the forest, it seems that your morning hike would leave you unmolested.

After what seems to be a twenty minute journey, you arrive at the top of the rocky ledge, and immediately gain the high ground you're looking for. As the cliff isn't all that high, you can't make out the nearby town from here, but your bird's eye view does allow you to catch glimpses of the perimeter fencing, cutting a thin black line through the foliage below. The majority of the land is covered by a canopy of thick green leafs, although further north you can make out what looks to be clearings in the woodland and what could possibly be some kind of building at the far end of those, though it's difficult to make out from the morning dew.

If you wished for civilization, though, you needed not look far. A short ways ahead along the cliff is a small steel and concrete building, maybe half the size of a Pokemon Center, overlooking the ridge.The door to the place looks fairly meaty... although it now hangs open, dented heavily, and the glass windows that once served to give it a view at the valley below are smashed out. It seems abandoned...

[cliffracer]

It's not quite the great viewpoint she was hoping for, but it's still super useful for her purposes. It's a suprise to see what could be some construction further out, but it's far enough away that she could probably just be mistaking some flat rocks that some Pokemon probably use for sunning. NEARER to her though there was something a lot more interesting. Something that definately looks like a building, that once was probably pretty secure... "Jeez, looks like a Machamp used that door for strength testing... I wonder what that is?"

Her curiosity's been grabbed, abandoned or no. She's gonna go see what the deal is with that building, especially since it's already behind a guarded and fenced-off zone of forest.

[Ze Blitzkrieg]

As it is, indeed, abandoned, nothing stops you from poking your head in through the entrance of the bunker. Inside is... well, a scene if there ever was one. A few minimalist desks and chairs inhabit the room, most of them strewn about along with the miscellaneous papers, office supplies and technological flim-flams you would expect of a Pokemon laboratory. One that was trashed quite thoroughly, and perhaps evacuated in quite the hurry as the handful of personal belongings scattered about would suggest. What isn't so expected, or perhaps is, considering the last twenty four or so hours of your life, is the raunchier undertones of whatever happened here that led to its abandonment. Pools of long-dried semen, generous in its amount, cover large portions of the floor, with strands painting walls, tabletops and gadgets alike. A couple of torn garments, among them the remnants of a Team Plasma jumpsuit, a crusted up pair of panties, and a set of men's boxer shorts, the back end ripped asunder with all the unfortunate implications it brings, being among the more identifiable.

Clearly you weren't the only one to fall victim to the ministrations of some worked up beasts. As you curiously pad through, you find something of value among the jizzy debris, in the form of a laptop that seemingly fell partially beneath one of the few still upright cabinets. Perhaps it would be of use. There's also a trap door, towards the back right corner of the bunker, but a curious tug reveals it is latched shut quite tightly, and the keypad situated in its frame seems to be as dead as the atmosphere in the musty, disheveled room.

[cliffracer]

Maybe her Machamp assessment might not've been too far off the mark, she just needed to append her theory a little bit... This place still reeked of cum despite the age, she had to cover her nose for a bit until she was more used to the particular atmosphere this torn-up bunker had. She'd always thought those Team Plasma folks were way overdramatic, maybe their women were pretty hot, but she couldn't help feeling sorry for whoever was on the recieving end of whatever tore through here. It's a shame most of the tech in here was probably ruined from this. Except...

"Helloooo..." A laptop, hiding away somewhere safe all this time. She's thanking her luck and giving some glances to the door as she tries firing it up and seeing what it was for. Don't wanna get snuck up on while investigating.