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Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 1

By: deathlynx



Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!

"Excuse me, aren't you a little old to be starting out?" I jumped as the voice jarred into my consciousness. I spun around, only to find no one behind me. Then I looked down and saw a boy. He couldn't be any more than ten, maybe twelve, years old. Unfortunately, I've never been very good at judging ages. It's a useful flaw when dealing with grown women, I always guess about a half dozen years too low, much to their enjoyment. Unfortunately, it left me complete unable to process the roughly three and a half foot tall boy's comment.

When faced with a conundrum, I tend to revert to certain patterns, regardless of the age of the person in question. First, try to make comfortable eye contact. Well, that required I get off my bike and step to the side of the path. Then I crouched so I was as close to the boy's eye level as possible. Second, smile. Not a problem. Habit from years of customer service brought a swollen cheeked smile to my face. Third, remain polite and talk normally. Well, the second part is specific to kids. Don't treat them like a moron! They'll appreciate it and tell you if they don't understand. "I'm sorry, I have no idea what you're talking about."

"I said... aren't... you... a... little... old...  to...be... starting... out?" Lucky me, the kid didn't know my rules. Apparently he'd decided I was the moron. Either that or I spoke a foreign language.

What I needed was nothing more than a healthy dose of patience. Here I was, riding my bike through the park when something darted in front of me. I ended up in the bushes. No harm, no foul. The bike was fine, and the only thing I'd bruised was my ego. And it just took another hit when the ten year old thought I had the intelligence of an brain-damaged ant.

Time to try another track. "Ok, I understand the question, I just don't understand what it refers to." Before he could repeat the question again, one of my own annoying foibles according to my wife, I hurried on. "What am I to old to be starting out?" See? Empathic listening, just like the counselor says. Demonstrate you understand by rephrasing.

"D'uh!" The kid doesn't know empathic listening. He simply nodded his head vaguely to my left.

"The bike? I've been riding since I was five or something. Sure, I hit the bushes back there, but that was only because something darted across the path. I can take a slight tumble through the bushes much better than any little fuzzy could take a hit from a two hundred pound bike racing along." Ok, so I lied. I'm close to two fifty, but I'm betting that doesn't matter to the kid.

"Not the bike, that!" This time his arm shot out, with his finger pointed. Bemused, I followed his finger to the front wheel of my bike. Or rather, I followed his attention to what futilely tried to hide behind the wire spokes that comprised the wheel. My jaw dropped open.

How on Earth did a penguin manage to find its way into the middle of New Hampshire? There were absolutely no zoos it could have escaped from, the nearest being Boston at about an hour and a half drive away. Besides, I'd have heard about it on the morning news. But that wasn't the only odd thing. I'd never seen a penguin that was bright blue before. Maybe it was because this one was a chick. Many species drastically changed color as they matured. Why not some random species of penguin. Of course, that still didn't explain how on Earth did a penguin manage to find its way into the middle of New Hampshire? And of course the equally important question, how could it deal with the ninety degree heat? I'm human and I was sweating like a pig.

The kid seemed to understand I hadn't the slightest idea what was going on. "He's not yours, is he." Although phrased as a question it clearly wasn't. I wasn't taking any more chances with this kids, however, so I shook my head. "Cool! Then I can catch him! Not exactly my usual style, but I can always trade him for something more powerful."

As I looked back at the kid, he pulled something from his belt. All the sudden, the marble defied the laws of physics that I'd so carefully learned in college and grew to about ten times its previous mass. He wound back and tossed the softball sized anomaly in the general direction of my bike's front tire. It was at this point I realized I had hit my head quite a bit harder than I thought. There must have been a rock, or something, I'd bumped my head on. Despite the best protection a helmet can provide, I was hallucinating.

The pokeball, for that was undoubtedly what the anomalous device was, managed to miraculously hit. The little white button on the front reached through the spokes, exactly, and barely touched the penguin. Well, at least that part was merely improbable instead of impossible.

Despite the impossible, correction, improbable hit, the ball didn't split open. No red energy poured from the device to engulf the aforementioned bird. The ball did, however, bounce backwards and fly straight into the kid's hand. It's a good thing I already doubted my sanity. The level of improbability was growing towards something out of Hitchhiker's Guide. I certainly didn't need my outer garments jumping exactly two feet to my left without me.

"Shoot! I knew it was too good to be true." He turned back to look at me. "You sure he's not yours? The pokeball only returns to your hand if someone already owns it." At this point, I wasn't sure of anything. This was my delusion, so it was entirely possible he was my pokemon. Meanwhile, the penguin was doing a great Attica impression, it's flippers curled around the spokes of my bike. I wasn't going anywhere yet.

I turned back to the kid. "Look, if he was mine, I should have a pokegear and a pokeball to go with him. You see either?" I held open my trench-coat to show him my belt. Yeah, ninety degrees, I wear all black and a trench-coat. No one ever accused me of bouts of wisdom; smart, yes, wise, no. The cell-phone and multi-tool were where they belonged, with no additions. The kid stood, solemn faced, and pointed again, this time over my right shoulder. I turned. There, attached to my bike by the same improbable mechanics that kept them on a trainer's belt, come what may, was a pokegear and a single, small, pokeball. I shrugged and plucked the ball from its perch.

In order to use a pokeball, you must first get it to expand. I was new here, I hadn't the slightest idea how to do that. I rolled the marble-sized object around my fingers for a moment and oriented the little white stub so that it faced away from my hand. Let the thing slide into your palm and it suddenly grows. It's possible I did something more than that, but if so I have no friggin clue what I did. One moment I have a marble rolling across my palm and the next my hand was full.

In the show, as well as the game, trainers always call back their pokemon by name. If that was a requirement, some sort of voice command, I was screwed. I can get pretty obscure in naming my pokemon ~I once named a Fighting type Hitmonlee 'Bruce,' after the noted martial artist. I had to hope it wasn't necessary, or that any name I used would work. I certainly wasn't about to trust the mounting improbabilities that I would stumble on the correct reference to this particular pokemon. Fortunately, some combination of 'grip the pokeball' and 'point the pokeball at its resident' seemed to work as the red energy poured from the ball and sucked up the cute little penguin.

"I knew it was yours!" I turned a cold stare at the kid. Hey, I was still being polite, I hadn't throttled him yet. "So, you want to battle?"

Somehow, I knew that question would come up. Here I was with no idea where I was, New Hampshire not being well known for a population of real live pokemon or any of the relevant gear, and no idea what level my pokemon was at. The one thing I did know was that if you lose a pokemon battle against another trainer you end up losing half of the money you have on hand. With roughly five dollars and sixty eight cents to my name I really didn't want to risk it. Especially when I had no idea of the status of the penguin, or even what it was. However I had a very eloquent, well thought out, response prepared for just such a contingency. "No!"

The kid seemed to shrink in on himself at the force of the single word. While part of me felt truly sorry that I'd shouted, another part wished it was that easy to avoid the multitude of opposing trainers in the games. But I didn't feel truly miserable until the first tears began to leak from the corners of his eyes. Within moments the kid was a fountain and running away. Ok, so maybe it wouldn't be any easier if you could get rid of them if they did that every time. I'm a softy at heart.

Now I felt like crap, but at least I was alone. Now I could figure out a little something about my little, blue, bird friend. Pokeball still in hand, I pointed it a little ways from my bike and willed the little guy out, unsuccessfully. Unlike returning, it seemed you did need a verbal component to call a pokemon forth. I feared I'd now condemned the poor little squirt to an eternity in a pokeball. Or at least until I would find a Pokemon Center. They had to have tools for this kind of thing, didn't they?

I shrugged and ran through my twisted logic. He was a penguin, so my first thought was that I'd have named him Chill. Stick with me here. There's a cartoon penguin named Chilly Willy. I certainly wouldn't have used the later portion for all of its biological connotations, so I would have gone with the former. Chilly, however, sounds a little cheesy to me, so I'd have dropped the 'y'. Hence 'Chill'. "Come on out Chill!" I continued to point the unmarred pokeball at nothing.

I sighed. I knew I didn't have to throw it. Ash usually did, with the resulting improbable return to his hand, but many trainers in the show just held onto it and pointed. I'm not a spazz, so I figure I'll hang onto my balls, thank you very much.

I looked at the treacherous pokeball and shook my head. "Come on out, Chide?" Don't ask! Somehow my mind makes connections between words that make absolutely no logical sense, even to me. How I get from Chill to Chide I honestly don't know. Apparently, however, my mind follows the same inconceivable trail over and over, because the now familiar red energy began to pour from the device. In moments, the little pokemon, named Chide, looked up at me and smiled. I melted, dropped to my knees and began to speak baby-talk. What can I say, the little guy was cute, for a figment of my delirium.

After I had regained control of myself, I pulled out my pokegear and quickly set it for a pokedex listing. "Piplup..." It took me less than a second to find the mute button, once reminded of the intensely annoying voice of the pokedex, and read the salient points. It was a Water type, which explained why I'd avoided 'Chill' which I would have associated with an Ice type pokemon. It evolved into a Prinplup, and then Empoleon. With that final evolution he would gain steel type. It also referred to it as 'an extremely rare pokemon.' After more than a decade playing the games I understood that to mean 'one of the starting three pokemon that every trainer worldwide has.'

I quickly switched the pokegear to another setting and took a look at it's stats. My eyes widened. I wasn't doing too badly at all.

"You're new here aren't you?" I jumped. The moment I landed, I spun to face the woman.

I'm not exactly a lady-killer, but I like to think I'm a little more suave than Brock. Brock is the one character in the otherwise children's show that seems to have any understanding of sexuality. Unfortunately, he has all of the self control of a rabid Chihuahua the moment he spots a woman. And though my jaw literally dropped, I did manage to keep from drooling. I counted that a victory.

The woman before me was tall, probably around five foot nine or ten inches, and augmented with three inch stiletto heeled black boots. She wore loose black slacks, a black tank-top and a long black overcoat lined in even darker black fuzzy trim. She had very long, blond, hair and dark gray eyes. And although she was a little thin for my tastes, she certainly wasn't a skeleton. Best still she had very long, shapely, legs and pert c-cups for breasts.

The gorgeous woman merely smile patiently as I managed to gather myself together and answer her question. "Uh, hi! Yeah, I honestly don't even know where I am or how I got here. I'm James by the way." I took a couple of steps forward and extended a hand. See? Much more in control than Brock. I managed to avoid dropping to my knees and professing my undying love for her!

She snickered and the laughter lit up her eyes. She stepped forward and took my hand in a firm handshake. "You're in the Sinnoh region. Although how you could have a Piplup and not know that is beyond me. I'm Cynthia." Sinnoh!? Where the hell is that? Wait, it took me a moment, but I vaguely remembered the most recent games, Diamond and Pearl were set there. But why did it have to be Sinnoh? I knew the other regions' pokemon pretty much cold. At a glance I could tell you what it was, what type or types and how relatively effective in battle. But for Sinnoh I was lost. I'd barely started the game, and the pokedex wasn't out yet to tell me the attacks each were capable of. My five sixty eight was in serious jeopardy.

As she released my hand, two of her fingers shifted and brushed across the inside of my wrist. My whole body shivered and Cynthia's smile grew slightly. Her fingers trailed across my palm and I shuddered some more. Her eyes narrowed in predatory delight. As her hand fell to her side, her other moved to rest on her hip. The overall effect was to shift her breasts up and forward slightly and shift her legs so that the gap between widened. My heart raced. She was toying with me. What's more, she knew I knew, and approved.

She eyed me up and down, and for the first time in my life I knew how women must feel when guys started their appraisal. "So, how much do you know about battling?"

"Actually, I'm pretty good at it. As always, though, depends on the pokemon in question. Match types, type of attack, and so on. Whittle down wild pokemon and toss a pokeball to catch them. Face other trainers to win or lose money. Take on Gym leaders to earn badges and make it to the nationals."

Cynthia's smile became absolutely feral. "That's the kiddies version. Gym badges and Tournaments are fine, and great for publicity and prestige. Money battles are a must to keep up the lifestyle. But I'm talking about the real reason we adults still head out to find new people to battle." My blank stare must have clued her to my lack of inspiration. "Tell you what," another lingering glance at the only now shrinking bulge in my jeans, "let's battle. Adult victory conditions. I'll even give you a little help. I'll use my Garchomp. Since it looks like all you have is that Piplup, at least you'll have type advantage on me."

Cynthia reached back to grab a pokeball from the small of her back. As she did, her chest thrust forward some more. Well, my pants thrust forward in response which earned a twinkle in her eyes. Whatever 'adult battles' were, I think I liked the sound of them. She called out her pokemon and I cringed. It stood on two legs and its arms each had a fin I was sure could act as a blade. It had a decent length tail, but it was the hammer head and dark colors that truly made the pokemon intimidating.

I fumbled for my pokedex. "Garchomp..." There had to be a way to permanently mute the damn thing! Much to my surprise, it turned out to be a Dragon-Ground dual type. From it's appearance I would have guessed Dark in the mix, but appearances, as they say, can be deceptive.

I kept my expression schooled, a feat I have great confidence in. To her, it must seem like I tried to cover my nerves. I wanted her to keep thinking that I was a total noob. It was now clear she had chosen her weakest pokemon against mine in an effort to claim 'fair play.' She knew her high-level pokemon would mop the floor with mine, regardless of type advantages. "So your Garchomp versus my Piplup? A one on one battle."

She smiled and nodded. "But...only if you agree beforehand that it will be adult rules, which means no money. And," she added as I opened my mouth, "you cannot ask what those are until after the battle." I shrugged and nodded, my face still closed to interpretation. Her eyes narrowed to slits. "Garchomp, use..."

I didn't give her the chance. "Piplup, Hydro Pump!" Cynthia's jaw dropped and her instructions faltered as a deluge of water began from the little penguin's beak. I couldn't keep the grin from my face. The amount of water that blasted from the little bird went far beyond improbable and into the realm of impossible. The terrifying Dragon was lifted from it's feet and thrown back a number of feet, before it finally landed on its back. It rolled to its stomach, but collapsed again. At least it's eyes didn't turn into spirals, or "x"s, or any other of the strange effects animators used to signify unconsciousness.

Cynthia ran forward and skidded to her knees. Her arms wrapped around the fainted pokemon's neck as she held it close. But I barely noticed. My eyes were firmly locked on Chide. The little penguin glowed fiercely. I'm not talking about beaming with pride, or any such analogy, I mean his skin was literally luminescent. A quick glance at Cynthia confirmed that she now understood her error. I kept my little Piplup from evolving until he had finally learned his most powerful attack. Earlier forms of pokemon tended to learn moves much quicker than their more evolved versions. Most trainers figured the earlier increase of power outweighed the extra levels. But I'm a tortoise and the hair kind of guy.

Cynthia drew my eyes away from the newly evolved Prinplup. There was a twinkle in her eyes, as she knelt in the grass, alone. I took the hint and recalled Chide to his ball and moved closer to the attractive woman. "So, I couldn't ask about adult rules before the battle, how about now?"

The twinkle in her eyes grew into a veritable inferno. That was good, it matched the one that pumped through my veins as I ardently tried not to imagine the possibilities. "I can see quite clearly what you hope it means." Cynthia's hands reached my knees and began to glide upwards. "To be honest, it's exactly what you're hoping. At least in this case I think it is."

I gasped as her hands reached my hips. Her thumbs curled between my legs and she cupped me gently for a moment. Her hands continued up and slowly began to unbuckle my belt. I began to sit, to get more comfortable, but she stopped and gripped my belt to keep me standing. The moment I shifted my weight to stand more comfortably, she resumed with the buckle.

"Here's the deal, adult rules can include just about anything sexual. Well, anything legal that is." The buckle was clear so she moved on to the button. "Both parties must agree to use them ahead of time or it's a no go. Of course, you can always say 'it's adult rules or nothing.'" The zipper was quick work and she slowly began to guide my pants down my legs. She stopped about halfway down and gazed at the barely contained bulge in my boxer-briefs. "MMMmmmmmmm."

Cynthia shook her head to clear it. "Where was I? Oh yes. Once you agree on adult rules, you pretty much have to set any stipulations in advance, or else it's limited to vanilla." After her brief loss of control, as she stared at my crotch, the pants came the rest of the way off very quickly. Her fingers picked at the elastic waistband of my boxer-briefs as if she didn't trust herself to pull that down.


Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 1



She visibly swallowed, then dragged her eyes to meet mine. "The winner can ask for anything within the stipulations set. In this case there were none, so it has to be completely vanilla. But the loser is allowed to make suggestions." She couldn't help but subconsciously lick her lips. "I'd like to suggest I get a long, hard, taste of you?" She was rewarded by a very active pulse of life before her eyes.

I couldn't deny the allure of the idea. Hell, I liked the concept of adult rules altogether. Unfortunately, I didn't see myself making very many challenges, being as shy as I tend to be, and I didn't expect many women to initiate such a challenge as Cynthia had. But hell, I'd never could build up the courage for a one night stand. Maybe this would force me into one or two. My sheer stubborn pride would help to force me to accept the challenges, and it would save my precious five sixty eight a little longer.

I think I'd taken a little too long to respond. I hadn't really even looked at her while I thought over the implications and possibilities. It wasn't until I felt the dark green boxer-briefs peeled down, and left to drop the rest of the way to the ground, that I remembered the scene before me. My engorged lust jumped free, almost perfectly perpendicular to my body. I barely had time to think, before she lunged forward and swallowed me whole.

My body shook as her jaw pressed against my enraged loins. I wished that the sensation could both finish quickly and never end. Her lips and jaw worked to massage the base of my hard shaft. She seemed to draw pressure directly from the rest of my body, to settle in my turgid balls. Her tongue retreated the moment her lips sealed around my tip, and only now uncoiled to join the fun. Unable to reach my head, buried in the farthest recesses of her mouth, she contented herself to trace the overly sensitive underside.

Cynthia's teeth tickled across my flesh as she slowly pulled her head back. My entire body ached with the need to collapse. Sheer will alone kept my legs locked and in place. Concentrating that heavily on standing certainly stole much of the sensation of her effect. Overall, standing was perfect if the person going down wanted to prove their complete dominance but horrid for complete enjoyment in my case. She seemed to sense this and relented.

With a an audible pop, that nearly made my knees buckle again, Cynthia released me. Her hands pressed against my hips and urged me straight down. Once I reached my knees, she held me firm once more and smiled. Her eyes were mere inches from mine. "I'll show you a position I enjoy." Still suave as ever, I nodded dumbly.

With a shrug, Cynthia's coat floated to the ground. What I had taken for a tank-top was nothing more than a tube of fabric that curved around her waist, with only small triangles to reach up and, barely, cover her areolae. Thread so thin that I found myself hard-pressed to even call them spaghetti straps, held the fabric up and confirmed that she wore nothing beneath. It was obvious the coat was never intended to come off, except in these instances, for it was all that kept a sudden turn from revealing her pert breasts to the world.

Cynthia knelt before me and began to inch her knees forward, between mine. Her hands remained on my hips as she began to lean backwards and shimmy beneath me in an incredibly erotic limbo dance. When she reached the pants and underwear, still trapped at my ankles, she leaned forward. She'd forgotten about them as surely as I had. Her arms curved around my legs and she began to work my loafers free before she could eliminate the obstruction.

I was acutely aware of the proximity of her skilled, soft, lips to my groin. Cynthia was equally aware of the fact and leaned forward to torment me further. Instead of swallowing me once more, she shifted to her left. My body shook as the light kiss that she placed on the sensitive skin where leg meets loin began to strengthen. After a moment her mouth opened and those talented teeth grazed the erogenous zone. I grew even harder.

My body almost sagged with mixed relief and disappointment when she ended with a quick peck. My relaxed state lasted less than a second as she slowly licked her way across to the other side. Her tongue seemed to curl and explore the meticulously shaved skin that hung beneath my inflamed desire. She traced slight wrinkles and every muscle seized with need. She chuckled slightly as the proud form just above her gaze bounced in anticipation.

Once more I froze as her teeth reached the other side. My body shook with the tension. Cynthia's teeth grazed across the tender flesh and I couldn't help but think of those teeth around me as she retreated. Everything she did was utter torment, designed to entice me without bringing me once inch closer to climax. She kept me rock hard, but wanted to luxuriate in my actual milking; a concept so foreign to me I barely contained my excitement.

Finally her teeth, her tongue, her lips, pulled away. Hands on my hips once more began to guide me lower. With my eyes closed in pleasure, and my body numbed to all but her mouth's caress, I never noticed her free my pants at last. Nor did I feel her shift to lie beneath my spread knees. For a moment, only her head was visible. Then, as I sank backwards, her chest came into view. Whether from friction with the ground, as she slid beneath me, or by her own hand, the shirt rode up to rest about her shoulders. Framed between my thighs, my erection rested comfortably between, were her wonderful, small, breasts.

Cynthia lay there and stared up at me. Somehow, this remarkable, attractive, woman desired me. She reached up, arms curled about my hips, and tugged at the lapels of the trench-coat that I'd forgotten I wore, despite the ninety degree heat. As it fell, she tossed it aside. Nailed fingers slipped beneath the black t-shirt to snake through the dark hair of my stomach. She couldn't reach higher, but her message was clear, 'I want to see everything!' A little nervous, I nonetheless complied.

Had anyone stumbled upon us ~thank God no one did~ they would surely have thought I thoroughly dominated her. As is often the case in oral sex, they couldn't have been farther from the truth. Naked, and possibly more desperate for release than I'd ever thought possible, I was completely helpless before her. Although I pinned her to the ground, a single finger could have toppled me. And that didn't even account for the ease with which she could grab, or bite, the most sensitive parts of my anatomy.

Cynthia's head lifted. As eager as I was, she still could only reach my tip due to the position. The corners of her mouth curled upward, slightly. The effect tightened her lips around the overly-sensitive ridge and prompted a groan of anticipation. She held fast as she shifted back a little farther, which pulled at my erection slightly. Her head raised again and another inch slid into her mouth before she reached her limit. Inch by agonizing inch she repeated the process. With each shift the pressure between my legs grew. With each extra inch of flesh she engulfed I grew closer to release.

Half an inch remained. My whole body shook with pent up tension. She had already shifted for the final push, but frustratingly refrained. I could barely open my eyes into slits, but what I saw confirmed that she had maddening intentions. She didn't want me to just cum. She wanted an explosive orgasm, a mind blowing eruption that I'd never forget. She wanted me helpless before her whenever we met in the future. She never lost, so when she did, who better to have as a mindless slave than one stronger than her?

I knew all of this, but didn't care. I'd willingly, gladly, become her slave if these were the gifts she could bestow.

Cynthia slid back until her teeth lightly held me captive, just behind the sensitive tip. What began as a groan of need quickly transformed into whimpers. Her tongue began to trace the outline of my barbed head. My whole body burned with the need for release, yet she continued to taunt me with minuscule steps. Finally my strength gave before her comfortable endurance and I collapsed backwards. Still, she managed to keep grip on her treasure, her toy, me, though her hands wrapped around my hips and helped to push it down towards her.

As predicted, it took little effort for her to slip from beneath me. My legs managed to straighten at last during the process. And Cynthia ended up on hands and knees above my legs. Somehow, completely beyond my ability to understand, she managed the entire procedure without once releasing me from her mouth. I now lay on my back, finally as noticeably powerless as I'd know I was all along, with her poised above. We both knew the time had come.

Her hands flew forward, and her nails bit into my hips. Her knees skipped backwards. With all four 'legs' removed, she plunged downward. Carried by the force of gravity, her mouth slid across taut flesh. Lips kissed my groin then ground into me as her momentum carried her further than she could have willed herself to go.

The universe paused at the same moment my breath seemed to catch and hold within my lungs. For a timeless second all I could feel was my flesh being stretched, her wet mouth blazing around every fiber of my being, and the trapped mass she had cultivated that seemed to fill not merely my balls, but the entire region between my hips. I was trapped on the precipice of time.

My voice burst with a scream that I was sure could be heard for miles. Molten seed burned upward through the minuscule tube. Gravity was not done with Cynthia. Her head pressed harder against me under physics' cruel control. I pierced her throat and began my fevered injection.

"MMMMMmmmmmmmmmmmmm!" Even before her body had fully settled, she moaned. The sound sent fresh sensation directly into the core of my being, as the vibrations rattled through overwrought nerves. My body surged and shot out again. Her cheeks and tongue contracted and writhed around me, willed even greater effort from me. My body complied with ardor and left me imprisoned in unending euphoria.

Did she slow to a stop? Was it sudden? Did she take further advantage of my helplessness? I don't know. When the haze of ecstasy finally began to wane, she sat atop me. Her thighs pressed against my hips as she faced me. My flaccid form rested between her hands and pressed against her. Her own lust, still thoroughly protected by her black pants, was slightly stained by the seed that continued still to trickle from me. By the relatively minor amount, I managed to fathom she hadn't been in this position long.

She absently rubbed around my tip to cause unbearable aftershocks. With each my body jerked and twitched futilely beneath her. She tortured me with the glorious, random, electrical shocks of post-lust. Her eyes gazed longingly up the length of my body. "I'd challenge you to another battle, but I don't think your up for it."

Her comment came out half growled and I realized why her pants were stained. While she continued to rub and caress me, she subconsciously pressed it against herself. What had started out as a seduction, intended to trap me with a need for her, had at least partially backfired. Not only had she turned herself on by it, but the method prevented reciprocation. Now she wanted a second chance as much as I did. Of course, it doesn't exactly hurt that I'm not exactly small, a fact she now had ample proof of.

"You go have some fun with what I've taught you. But make sure to capture and train some other powerful pokemon. Next time we'll both have a complete set, and be using some," the glint returned to her eyes as her smile became enigmatic, "alternative rules."

With what seemed to be a great feat of willpower, Cynthia climbed off of me, after she let go. I reached for my clothes, but I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her shirt and coat remained draped over her arm as she stood and watched me dress. The moment my underwear was safely on, her eyes locked on the small bulge and never strayed until the trench-coat swung around, with a flourish and slipped back onto my shoulders.

My eyes remained on her breasts, as she intended, even after hers finally lifted to mine. I couldn't help it, what's more, I was desperate to see what lay beneath the stained pants. Casually, she slipped the shirt back on and broke my trance. "I'll have my eyes on you." Her gaze drifted longingly back down one last time before she turned to leave.

At the edge of the forest, Cynthia looked over her shoulder. "If you're interested, you might want to check out the Eterna Gym and battle the Leader there. If I know Gardenia, she'll take one look at you and insist on some of those 'alternative rules' I mentioned even before you reach the door. And don't worry, I'll keep the level of your skill," even from a distance I noticed her instinctive glance between my legs, "a secret. You should be able to trounce her and all of her trainers with ease. Enjoy your prize!" The last she said with a casual wave over her shoulder, and tossed a pokeball negligently to the ground.

Copywrite June 2007, by Deathlynx



Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 2



Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!

I scooped up the pokeball and realized it was unused, and what's more an ultra-ball. Only one type of pokeball is more effective at capturing wild pokemon than an ultra-ball, and without hacking the codes, you only get one master-ball. It's virtually the only way to capture a high level pokemon, and often allows you to catch low level ones without even the precursor battle.

I shook my head. Cynthia had indeed succeeded. Not only had she interested me in the concept of adult rules, but I couldn't stop thinking about a second battle. The alternative rules, she had mentioned so casually, intrigued me to no end as well. While I'm not all that into pain, and my submissive nature doesn't extend that far, I do enjoy more than a little bondage; either tied or tying. And while I've experimented some, I'm not naive enough to think I know every interesting fetish out there. Cynthia had seemed so sure that I would be captivated by these rules, that I was certain she was right. She knew her game, and only the surprise of such a high level Piplup had won the battle this time.

So, if I wanted to find out about these alternative rules, I'd have to challenge the Eterna City Gym Leader. To hear Cynthia speak of it, she'd just sent the lynx right to the henhouse. But I knew better to take her word absolutely on this. In order to face a Gym Leader, you had to go through at least half a dozen lackeys first. As good as my Piplup, correction, Prinplup is I doubted he'd be able to handle a dozen or more pokemon in a row. And with only five sixty eight, I couldn't exactly stock up on Full Heals and Lemonades.

Limited options lead to one unavoidable conclusion, time to get myself more pokemon. On my bike, my course set in the direction the pokegear map said was Eterna City, I scanned the woods to either side for anything useful. Pokemon, like so many Anime shows, was predictable and rather cliche. If someone's name was Gardenia, likely she ran a Grass type Gym. This wasn't exactly good news for me.

Just like my little Piplup's Water attack can wipe out Cynthia's Garchomp, even if it had been many levels higher which I doubted, a Grass pokemon as many as ten levels lower could possibly wipe out my Prinplup with one hit. And to make matters worse, Prinplup's Water attacks wouldn't do much against Grass pokemon. Here ends 'pokemon type tactics one-oh-one.'

I had a few tricks up my sleeve already, but I wanted to truly stack the deck here. I'm talking YuGiOh "Heart of the Cards" type deck stacking. Ooops, wrong Manga. Let's just say I'd like odds against the Gym that would make a Vagas card-counter blush with envy. The problem? Grass might have more weaknesses than almost any other type, but they're often weak or difficult to obtain.

Case in point, fire burns grass. But aside from the obligatory starter pokemon of that type, which my Piplup proved I hadn't chosen, there were two other Fire type pokemon in the game. The odds against me being on the right path to catch them were about as steep as I wanted on my side when I walked into the gym. Ice works wonderfully against Grass, but the ninety degree weather meant those odds were about at the level of me being the next Mr. Universe.

That left me with Bug or Flying type pokemon. Well, Bug was out for a number of reasons. First, very few truly powerful Bug type attacks existed, and without my cheat-sheet, I couldn't guarantee I'd grab one of the few pokemon that had one. Second, most Bugs had a tendency to be weak in comparison to almost every other type. And finally, Bugs just give me the creeps. That's right, six foot tall, two-fifty pound, bad-ass-in-black gets freaked by a little butterfly.

So, when I spotted the Murkrow in the waning light, I figured my prayers were answered. Not only did Flying types pluck Grass, but its Dark dual type fit nicely with my attire and 'dark and mysterious' persona. I parked my bike and began to stalk towards it. I waited until I was only about ten feet away, in the shadow of some bushes, before I pulled out my pokeball and quietly summoned Chide. While Prinplup was certainly an effective fighter, I had no idea how talkative he was. I didn't want him to startle the Murkrow.

As it turned out, I didn't need to worry about that. The Murkrow's head swivelled away from us, and it suddenly took flight. I cursed the thing quietly as another pokemon began to stumble out of the bushes. That's fine! I didn't want a Murkrow anyway. People would start to think I was matching my Pokemon to my wardrobe or something. Besides, there's something horribly cliche about a man in all black, with a black trench-coat, and a crow on his shoulder. Yeah, just keep telling yourself that!

As the bundle of white and green burst into sight, I stared open-mouthed. The Murkrow ran from that?!? Ok, so a Raltz is tiny. To get a good image of one in your mind, take a two year old girl, put her in solid white footie-pajamas that completely obfuscates her body and put a gigantic light green bike helmet, with two pink fins along the center line, on her to hide everything else but her mouth. Oh, and make sure she's sucking on her obscured thumb.

While a Psychic type, like Raltz, might get crushed by a Dark type, it has its uses. Not to mention that they're just cool. I've yet to figure out why people like the Psychics so much, but it seems to be fairly universal. So that's how I found myself scaring the bejeezus out of a poor little Raltz when I jumped from hiding to challenge it to a battle. We'll quietly skip over the part where I dropped to my knees and tried to calm it down with further baby-talk. It's undignified and I don't like to think about it.

Now, there's an interesting question I had to guess the answer to rather quickly. In the show, you can't catch a pokemon, usually, unless you've knocked it unconscious, in the game, once it's out you've lost your chance. Here, I figured the show was closer to the truth, after all, knocking it out makes it too easy to catch for the games, especially since you'd have to do that anyway. So at least I didn't have to worry about trying to figure out how close it was to unconsciousness, especially without life bars to gauge with.

So, since none of Prinplup's attacks were super effective against Pychic pokemon, I might as well go for the sheer power of Hydro Pump. "Chide, Hydro Pump!" Once more the penguin's beak opened and an impossible amount of water shot forth. The poor little Raltz disappeared in a torrent of water. I readied the ultra-ball and wound back my arm as the flood petered out.

My jaw dropped. Raltz stood with its head cocked at us and thumb still stuffed in its mouth. For a pokemon with little discernable facial expression, it certainly made its confusion know. One of the most powerful Water attacks, delivered by an equally powerful Water type pokemon had damaged the Raltz, but done nowhere near enough to knock it out. When a blue glow surrounded Chide I knew it wasn't good. When he lifted into the air quickly, then crashed to the ground even more quickly, my heart leapt to my throat. Confusion wasn't the strongest Psychic attack and my Prinplup barely managed to stagger and remain standing after it. If the little Raltz could do that now, imagine what it was capable of once it evolved a couple of times.

Fortunately, Chide seemed faster than the Raltz. "Give her another Water Pump, Chide!" I was glad to see no signs of lingering effects of the Confusion attack. While Psychic was a stronger attack, Confusion had an annoying knack at doing exactly that to my pokemon in the game. It's a state where they tend to hurt themselves. This time, when the water petered off Raltz lay on the ground with barely seen, closed, eyes.

My arm reared back and I tossed the ball. Despite an odd spin, the little white nub improbably managed to hit the little Raltz. Red energy poured out to consume the pokemon and drag it into the ball. The little white nub blinked red once, twice, three times, each with a small "bling" before it finally settled. I had my second pokemon!

As I raced my bike down the path, I kept my eyes open for more pokemon, but held little faith. Chide was fairly hurt and the poor Raltz, whom I named Lita after a telepathic character from a favored science fiction series of mine, would be unconscious until I could get it to a pokemon center. I was positive I didn't have any of the special Revive medicine. So it was doubtful I could even catch anything if I found it. Besides, I was fresh out of pokeballs.

Neither the show nor the game do sufficient justice to the scenic countryside that I passed through. Now, a few miles doesn't take all that long on a ten-speed, but that slight distance from a city in my world would still be crawling with civilization. Here, the path quite literally turned and I suddenly burst upon tall buildings. How I hadn't seen them above the trees I don't know, but placate my ego by reminding myself it was off to one side and I was focused on the path ahead.

I made a quick stop by the Pokemon Center to revive and refresh my poor pokemon, but otherwise headed straight for Eterna City's Gym. Sure, I've never been known for sexual escapades, but something about the prospect of gambling with sexual favors tugged at my, er, sense of adventure.

One step into the gym and my suspicions were confirmed; this was for trainers who preferred Grass type pokemon. The place was a veritable maze of trees. Years of acting allowed my expression to shift to mild panic. Fortunately, a young woman wandered up just in time to catch my reaction. "Hi, I'm Jill, one of the trainers here. You're here to challenge Gardenia aren't you?"

Some people say you can't lie with your eyes. I can tell you that's utter bull. I'm quite good at it when I bother, and right now I maintained the slight nervous panic as I turned to her. She was probably eighteen, blond, had nice full breasts and her legs came together very nicely. A very tight body. But all she saw was a meek nod as my eyes never left hers. "Well then, I've been instructed to tell you that we'll only except adult rules for you."

Jill's eyes twinkled slightly as she said this and I began to sputter slightly. I didn't even have to act for that. I'd expected to have to make the challenge and insist on the specific rules. I certainly hadn't expected a very attractive blond to not only insist on them, but tell me that it was specific to me. Okay, so I'm not the greatest for self-esteem where my body is concerned. Sure, I think of myself as a fair catch, but usually for my mild and caring temperament. I'm certainly not used to having women look at me like a slab of meat. I finally managed another meek nod.

"Good. But before you accept, I have to go through a few basics." This part bored her. Here was the fine print. Personally I was interested in hearing it. This was, after all, why I'd been sent here. "FirstIhaveto assureyou thateveryonehereisover theage ofeighteen." Resigned sigh. At least I now knew she was eighteen. "Second, we'll be going by a slight alteration on the standard adult rules." Jill glanced over her shoulder at the trees and lowered her voice conspiratorially. "To be honest, the first is just standard alteration for gyms, it's the second part that I'm going to enjoy."

Jill straightened once more. Her hands went down and she tugged the bottom of her blouse to work out an imagined wrinkle. "The first part of the altered rules is that you will face a number of trainers in succession. You may, at any point, choose to stop your progress through the gym and claim your rightful victory from the trainer you've just defeated. Of course, if you lose then you become the defeated and the woman who beat you gets to claim her prize instead."

At this point, Jill made no effort to hide her focus, as her eyes slid down my body. If I'm any judge at all, she stopped and watched my crotch as she continued with the rules. All of the attention caused life to once more return to that area. The corners of her lips curled up in satisfaction. Her message was clear, she hoped she could beat me right off. That implication became all the more clear as blood began to flow into an ever growing erection.

"The second alteration," her eyes flickered back up to mine and winked in reminder before they returned to my groin, "regards pokemon. Every time you or your opponent loses a pokemon, you loose an article of clothing. Should you have more clothing than pokemon it is assumed you will be naked if you lose." That makes perfect sense. This 'strip-battle' version allowed the victor the perfect opportunity to gauge what they would most like the loser to do to, or for, them.

"You may revive your pokemon between battles, but your state of undress must remain into the next battle. Should anyone loose a pokemon while completely naked, they owe a grope. Either their opponent may grope them or insist they be groped." And interesting rule to be sure, but it made sense as well. Most trainers would come in with five or six pokemon and run out of clothing quickly, especially if they had to revive them between battles. With only two pokemon and no medicine, I'd only be down one article of clothing before I lost entirely. I figured I'd be fair if, or when, Chide fell and take off both shirt and pants.

The moment he confirmed his acceptance, Jill shifted to a ready stance. She reached back and pulled a tiny pokeball and held it forth. "Go Abomasnow!" My heart sank. A Grass/Ice dual type would be pretty difficult, especially an evolved form. And I had hoped to save my secret weapons for Gardenia. That, however, was the moment I noticed she had five other pokeballs on her belt. With that many pokemon, she was a very low level trainer. Otherwise, she'd be running the gym. When she saw my Prinplup, she thought she had me for sure.

I won't bore you with the number of battles that followed. The pokemon fell one by one, all with the use of Hydro Pump or Steel Wing attacks. Since neither are remarkably effective against Grass pokemon, it said quite a bit about the relative levels of our pokemon. In highlight, Jill only wore tight pants, a loose blouse and a lace bra and panty set. What's more, her body was as tight and enticing as I'd thought, and she was shaved bare.

By the time she took off the bra, her nerves were showing. Granted, I was almost as distracted as she was by her near nudity. When she lost the panties my resolve solidified while her crumbled. Strange thing about me, it's what I can't see, or can barely see, that entices me. You barely cover a woman, or even offer occasional 'stolen' glimpses and all I can do is stare. You put a naked woman in front of me and I'll continue with whatever I was doing.

I guessed she was so tense that she wouldn't appreciate being groped, for her last two pokemon, and chose myself. Both times grateful eyes met mine and she lingered as she stroked me through my pants. While she enjoyed the thought of total domination over a man, she obviously hadn't considered that I could beat her. Or, what was worse, that in victory, that I could demand she do things that she normally preferred not to. While still vanilla, there are things some women dislike or even fear. Jill had probably only turned eighteen recently, and while she'd fantasized about the adult rules, this was the first she'd actually participated in.

Five other women followed. Each of them were stunning in their own way. Their bodies, hair and eye color all varied. Their level of dress ranged from opulent to little more than lingerie. They all had three things in common though. Each one of them used Grass type pokemon, I defeated them all with just Hydro Pump and Steel Wing, and they all ended up stark naked. What's more, most of them actively tried to seduce me, non-verbally of course ~it seemed to be an unspoken rule~ into choosing them. What's more, they all seemed completely genuine in their attempts. Well, all but the one who didn't even try to seduce me.

It figures. Me with a serious red-head fetish and the only one at the gym stands there, buck naked, with hands on her hips and an expression that dares me to choose her. Hell, she all but silently promised me she'd make sure that anything I chose to do with her would end up decidedly unpleasant. Too bad really, she even had a shock of well groomed bright red between her legs. In the shape of a heart, of all things!

At last I'd reached Gardenia. She had short, reddish-light-brownish, hair and light brown eyes. She wore a dark green shawl that seemed to drape delightfully about her upper body as she moved. Her light brown cargo-pants had been cut off just above the knees to expose the rest of her strong legs down to her green hiking boots. Her black, long-sleeved, turtleneck ended just below her small, firm breasts. The effect was to expose her entire navel to the elements.

With the tiny bellybutton and another three inches of flesh above her belt, I knew I was in trouble. That simple observation told me she shaved at least some of her hair religiously as the top of her pants barely covered an inch above her sex. It also let me know, in no uncertain terms, that she either went commando or had the skimpiest, most improbable panties I'd ever seen. The thought of winning enough battles to get her pants off made my blood rush even faster.

I'd let myself be groped some and done some groping along the way. With one of the brunettes I knew she wanted to be groped, so I'd complied. Well, the moment my hand slide between her legs, they clamped shut and she began to rub herself across my fingers. Damn near got herself off before a delightful voice drifted from an unseen intercom to chastise her. That voice had done almost as much to get me hot as the woman's moans right in front of me.

Now, that soft, innocent sounding, voice drifted over to me from feet away. "Congratulations on your victories, and I'm honored that you'd choose to keep battling to me rather than take what I know was offered. I'm Gardenia." Something in her voice led me to realize that she held quite a bit of the same self-doubt that I did. She didn't feel she could measure up physically to the knockouts that came before her, so she compensated with skill as a trainer.

I had to disagree. I smiled kindly, and finally let my eyes speak truthfully. "Call me Lynx. And I could think of none more attractive here than you." The blush that begun at Gardenia's cheeks quickly spread to cover every inch of exposed skin. While it didn't quite clash with the green shawl or shoes, it certainly complimented everything else.

"You've proven yourself a skilled trainer. One pokemon to get here? And using attacks that shouldn't do much at that. But I'm much better than my acolytes." We both smiled and nodded. While both of us wanted to win, neither would be disappointed to lose this match. She called out her first pokemon and the match was started.

Cherubi, her first, looked like nothing more than two cherries linked at the stems, each with a face. I didn't give her the time to attack. I could tell her pokemon were strong, and type was on her side. "Chide, Blizzard!"

Gardenia's eyes widened with shock as my Prinplup's beak opened. Instead of water, a flurry of ice and snowflakes poured forth. One of the first tricks you learn as a pokemon trainer is to teach your pokemon attacks that are super effective against pokemon that can kick your butt. So I wasn't surprised when the poor Cherubi collapsed after the first attack. If it hadn't, I would have been in big trouble. Three on one with no type advantage was a little difficult, especially when I hadn't even had the time to customize Raltz's attacks.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 2



Gardenia's light brown eyes twinkled as she looked up at me. She returned the fainted pokemon to its home. That's when I noticed she only had two other pokeballs on her belt. Like me, she chose to honor the intent of the rules instead of the letter. She kicked off her boots and proceeded to toss the shawl aside with a flourish. Where the cut-off cargos masked her feminine charms, the tight shirt accentuated others. I had to admit to being slightly distracted. And my body was considerably distracted.


"Turtwig, go!" At last, a pokemon I recognized. Turtwig resembles a small tortoise and is the Grass equivalent of Piplup, a starter pokemon. It also meant they should be relatively evenly matched, at the same level, and should give the Grass tortoise a decided advantage. I wasn't worried. Gardenia might have expected a Water Pokemon to use an Ice attack, particularly a penguin, but she could never expect what I had planned next.

This time, her commands led quickly on the heels of her summons. "Giga-drain!"

"Chide, dodge and move in close." Fortunately Giga-drain, like so many of the high power attacks tends to be less than accurate. My Prinplup waddled forward two steps, but then flopped forward onto his belly. For a moment I thought he'd fallen, then his flippers pushed off and he began to slide faster and faster, across the grass. Gardenia's vampiric attack soared right over the low slung penguin. The tortoise tried to compensate, but the attack petered off right before it corrected its aim.

"Drillpeck Chide!" A gasp escaped Gardenia as she realized my Water type also had been taught a devastating Flying type attack. Flippers pounded the ground and my Prinplup launched itself, beak first at the Tortwig. As it flew, it spun from off-centered momentum. The blow hit the poor tortoise square on the jaw and it fell like the pair of cherries had.

Gardenia, visibly impressed with my forethought, reached for the bottom of her tight shirt. She stopped immediately when she realized she didn't have my undivided attention. An understandable situation since Chide glowed once more. He grew, and when the glow faded his face was hidden by what looked like a trident face-mask. My new Empoleon was also much more imposing.

My attention returned to Gardenia. Her head lowered slightly and she looked up at my through her eyelashes. Something in the look made my knees weak, probably as blood flow stopped below my groin. She slowly pulled the shirt upward. Immediately the action revealed a dark green lace bra. While I couldn't quite see the darker flesh beneath, her nipples stood erect beneath the thin material. This time, rather than remove a second article to balance her remaining pokemon, she reached to her waist. First the belt, then an inch of zipper flopped open.

I didn't care how improbable it was that the loose cargo pants managed to sit on her wide hips completely unzipped. The gap must have reached down to right above the start of her pink flesh. She blatantly displayed the small landing strip of light-brown-auburn hair. Gardenia had watched and studied me as I fought the rest of the women. She had figured out my weakness. Tease and suggest the possibility of glimpses and I can't concentrate. Heck, I barely heard her call out for Roserade.

"Chide, Blizz..." I didn't get a chance to even finish my instructions. A blinding beam of light shot out from the anthropomorphic, female, plant's rose-bud hands. Gardenia had managed to distract me so successfully with lust that I didn't notice her pokemon as she collected sunlight for a Solar Beam! That, single most powerful, Grass attack hit my poor Prinplup square on. I had my pokeball out before the attack subsided and called Chide back immediately.

I slid my t-shirt from my belt and palmed my second, and final, pokeball. I shrugged the trench-coat off and pulled the shirt free. I slowed a bit as I undid first my belt, then the button and zipper. I've never been that sure how to strip properly for an audience, but young Gardenia seemed to enjoy the show. And as I crouched to slide my pant s off, her eyes were locked on my loins.

Finally, I stood, clad only in bulging boxer-briefs. My thumbs slid beneath the elastic and pulled very slowly. "No, wait! As my request, I want you to leave that on while I ride you."

There was pure hunger in Gardenia's soft voice. She strode towards me, full of purpose, and her eyes never left the bulge. It was all she could do to keep her hand from drifting between her own legs to play in anticipation. "Stop!" Confused, almost innocent, eyes jerked up to meet mine as her body reacted to the natural command of my voice. Her chest heaved with stress, her arms and legs shook with adrenalin, and the subtle muscles, revealed by her open pants, clenched over and over with need.

The ultra-ball rolled into my fingertips with a basic slight-of-hand trick. Her mouth dropped open and her breath caught. Wide, round, eyes stared in incredulity. Gardenia tried to pull herself straight but only managed a tense nervousness as I called forth Raltz. Her eyes glanced over at the new pokemon, but quickly found mine. Her gaze pleaded not to do it. But in the depths of her irises she virtually glowed with thankful applause.

Raltz knew what to do already. Even as Gardenia opened her mouth to issue commands, Raltz tilted her head back to expose her red eyes. Those eyes and Roserade both glowed blue. The Grass pokemon was caught in the grip of a full out Psychic attack. One of the few attacks that are super effective against its Poison dual type. Unlike me, she didn't even wait for the attack to subside. She pointed the pokeball and conceded the match.

Gardenia collapsed to her knees as she stowed the pokeball. Although tears rolled down her cheeks, she beamed at me. A single finger beckoned me closer. As I stepped forward, her arms reached back and the tension sprung out of the bra. My length lunged as realization dawned that I had won. This beautiful young woman was now mine to do with as I pleased. And what's more, the thought pleased her as well. The bra fell free as she reached down to her waist.

My hands caught her wrists and kept her from removing her pants. Confused eyes searched mine. "But, I need to be naked."

I knelt before her, my hands still on hers, on her pants. I leaned down, my lips next to her head. I intentionally let my breath tickle over her ear as I whispered. "You will be. But I would like to complete that." Her body shivered. I knew it was at least in part due to my breath, but figured another part was anticipation.

With my hands still about her wrists, I stood and brought her with me. I shifted my grip so that we both held not only her cut-off cargos, but each other's hands. Our eyes locked for a moment before Gardenia's shifted away. All of her skin, now almost completely visible, began to turn red. I knelt before her, and allowed my eyes to linger down her body as I did so. A light tug and she relinquished control fully to me.

Her hands were unsure as I folded back the flaps she had so tauntingly opened. A light kiss on the soft, light-brown, hair caused Gardenia to shudder. I couldn't help but be mesmerized as I began to slowly pull down the pants. Supreme confidence in pokemon battles did not translate to confidence in lust, and her hands met to instinctively covered herself, only moments before exposure. I stopped and looked upward with a gentle smile, but that only made her blush more.

The pants slid down farther and I confirmed, with no possible confusion, she wore no panties. To judge by how tensely her hands, one flat atop the other, pressed against her crotch she now wished she had. Not that it would have made any difference. If she'd worn them, it would merely have prolonged this part of the process. When the pants reached her ankles, she dutifully stepped free.

I leaned back and my eyes swept up her body. I knew some very personal things about her just by the way she stood. While she may not still have been a virgin, yet to be determined, she had little experience with anyone looking at her completely naked. What's more, she had an inferiority complex about her probably b-cup, at largest, breasts. The interesting thing was that she thought so little of them that she didn't try to cover them. Instead, her arms framed them as she reached to cover the truly important area. It was as if she naturally assumed no one would ever look there, so why bother.

I watched her legs tense as a hand slipped between hers. Palm to palm, I slid her hands to the side. Should I have expected anything other than the tiny folds of her lips and the bright pink bud at the fore? No, but her embarrassment, her shame of the area, had almost persuaded me that she had been afflicted somehow. I continued to hold her hands, lightly enough that she could break away at a moment's notice, as I leaned forward. Another kiss, this time halfway between the well-groomed fuzz and that tender bud, and she shuddered again. Her hands gripped mine and she moaned softly.

I placed her hands on either side of my head. Her body tensed as full realization of my intentions occurred. I felt her hands start to grip, obviously determined to push me back, but it was too late. My palms rested on her thighs and my thumbs spread the loose flesh aside. Lips carefully plucked at the delicious pearl and my tongue darted out to taste her.

Gardenia's fingers curled in my hair. She moaned and her body seemed to melt for a split second before she remembered how to stand, while the first stirrings of pleasure raced through her body. My lips opened to push back even more loose skin and my tongue began to probe.

Around the base of her now engorged need, across the tip, pressed into the tender flesh around it, I sought every sensitive chink in her armor. Every time I found an especially potent locale I made a mental note. Her moans began to shift from breathy whispers, to groans, to lightly quaking screams. Instinct drove her to press my head tight against her. I gladly complied and even began to rock my lower jaw back and forth in time with my rapid tongue. As I felt nerve and muscle roll beneath my caress I reveled in her increased reaction.

Gardenia alternated between complete tension and an almost inability to stand. She shook almost constantly. More weight pressed against my head and I knew she could barely keep herself aloft. This was the state I'd been in earlier. While everything I did drove her to further and further euphoria, the simple act of standing stole her ability for climax. Her screams transformed into whimpered please and I knew it was time.

Very little is more sure to bring me to erection than to have a woman completely helpless before me. I'm not talking chained down, though that's quite lovely under the right circumstances, I mean the feel of a woman as they writhe helpless to stop the utter bliss that surges through them. I don't care if my orgasm last for five seconds, if I finish at all, so long as I can feel her climax over and over for dozens of minutes constantly.

As I slowly lowered a grateful Gardenia to the grassy turf, I felt her slip towards release. My tongue continued to dig and assault her without pause. Over and across, around and down. No sooner had her shoulders reached the ground then they vaulted upwards as her back and neck arched. Her hands flew from my head and began to gouge at the defenseless grass. A scream of pleasure, so pure and powerful I had never heard it's like before, erupted from her. Like her musical voice, her sweet cream flowed freely and washed over me.

My arms wrapped around her hips in a vain effort to hold her steady. Immersed in pleasure too great to comprehend, her body began to try to buck, to cringe, to clutch, anything in order to stop the blessed torment. But still my tongue assaulted. My lips sealed against her and a quick suck drew her soft mound even farther from protection and her screams, her escapes, her very sensation grew exponentially. All the while, my own need bordered on manic, painfully hard between my legs.

The screams began to fade, ever so slightly, and I knew. My head lifted and her body collapsed, boneless, to the ground. Gardenia's eyes were screwed shut. Tears streamed their corners, but the expression stole any fear I could have had. Saints, with a vision of heaven, could not have looked more blessed. As I shifted to hover above her, I hoped she would find even greater heights.

Gardenia had plenty of warning of my intentions. My hands slid her knees wider. The tip of my lust brushed against her tender mound, with a not inconsequential spasm as her reaction, before it slid lower. I lifted her hips slightly to rest on my thighs and my head sank into the opening of her temple. With each step, I paused. By some rulings I'd already claimed my prize and had no rights for this. As I settled slightly within her, her enfeebled legs tried to pull my hips forward and she barely managed to whimper, "PLEASE!"

My hips crashed forward. Gardenia screamed an orgasm even more powerful than before as I pierced her very core. Her back arched beneath me. Nailed fingers bit into my arms. And then I pulled out. Once more her body collapsed. Electricity coursed through her as I began a methodical rhythm. She jerked and bucked as I pushed into her incredibly wet depths. Numb relief settled over her as I slid free.

I didn't last. I knew I wouldn't. Her desire, her pleasure, her rapture had built a need so strong in me that I couldn't hold out. I don't know how she knew the timing, but just as I began to pull out for the final time, intent to collapse to one side and launch my seed harmlessly across the ground, Gardenia found inhuman strength and impaled herself. Her legs wrapped my hips and forced me deeper still.

The world froze as fire burned straight up my shaft. One timeless moment later the world exploded into sensation as I erupted within her. Free from guilt, my tempo reached frantic proportions. Besides, my body was beyond caring. Her depths clutched and stroked my length and greedily devoured every drop of lust that I could produce.

I don't know how long we held each other in that ecstatic state, but when one began to slow, the other managed to ride the sensation back to full potency.

As I lay there, in the aftermath of our passion, I suddenly realized the other trainers remained throughout the trees. They had witnessed everything, from our fevered battle to our frenzied passion. Without a too-obvious glance, I regarded their expressions. I'd never done anything in public before, and an almost morbid curiosity demanded to see their horror. Instead, I saw longing and jealousy. Except for one face. The red-head sat on the grass, a ways off, dejected and broken. Had they known what I planed, they would have tried even harder to steer my choice.

A soft cheek nuzzled against my neck and I relaxed as my arms wrapped protectively around Gardenia. Soon I would be gone, but I would be back, eventually. And every woman there had a fresh goal; defeat me to demand a repeat performance. I smiled and let myself follow Gardenia into a content, satisfied, slumber with a single thought. I'm going to LOVE adult rules battles!

Copywrite June 2007, by Deathlynx



Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 3



Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl
Episode 3: Enter Team Galactic
By Deathlynx

Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!

Please note, I have extensive knowledge on the subject and have double checked with online research.  All characters involved in sexual activities in these stories are above the age of 18 in both the game and the show.  No "aging up" or other literary tricks were used to make characters legal age.


I was absolutely high on life!  How could I not be?  I'd just woken up from a very nice little dream in the middle of a flowering garden.  Rather than freak out when I discovered the dream hadn't been a dream after all, I felt invigorated!  I was in a world where animals were far more intelligent and could become boon companions on a great adventure.

Then there was the fact that I was naked.  The nubile young body next to me was equally naked and both of us were well sated.  The host of voyeurs that had watched the two of us go at it, unbeknownst to me at the time, had since wandered off while we slept off the effects of a rather remarkable round of orgasms.  My second that day, and with as many partners to boot.

Hell, it was a wonder my head hadn't floated away!  I've got a decent life in the real world but, really, how could it possibly compare with all of this?  I probably should have tried to figure out how I'd gotten here.  Probably even should be trying to find my way home, like in the old D&D cartoon, but seriously?

Let's be completely honest here.  I'm not exactly stunning.  Sure, I'm remarkably well hung but women in the real world don't actually look for that, even if they could tell at a glance!  Which, somehow, the women here seemed to be able to do.  Then again, when you're talking about a world where you can capture animals in devices a fraction of their sizes, you really don't have to wonder about that little improbability.

Suddenly, I'm in the world of Pokemon.  (I still don't know whether it's the game or the show, but it makes very little difference.)  I have two of the little critters in pokeballs on my belt, both obscenely high level.  I might only have five dollars and change to my name but I know I can quickly build that amount by battling other trainers.  Assuming that my dollars are even good here.

And, so far at least, every female trainer has looked at me and thought "Gotta catch 'em all!"

Even better, the whole affair had earned me a Forest Badge.  It took a bit of willpower to continuously ignore the fact that I'd gotten it when I beat Gardenia in a battle.  I preferred to think of it as a merit badge for an especially memorable roll in the flowers.  Yeah, I think I'll stick to that particular story.

Short of waking up and getting my butt kicked out for moaning other women's names in my sleep, nothing could possibly bring me down!

"Hey!  Dorkbag!  Is that a gym badge?"

I really should learn not to tempt fate, even in the privacy of my own thoughts.

I already knew I would see a three-foot ten-inch terror when I turned around.  He'd been the first person I'd met in Sinnoh.  I didn't even know his name, and I supposed that he wasn't quite the brat I thought he was, but the little boy seemed to go out of his way to annoy me.

Before I could do more than glare down at the little terror, he decided I was still too stupid to understand English and repeated the question.  "Is.  That.  A Gym.  Badge?"

It took a little of my mental fortitude not to throttle the kid which led to reminding me I'd earned the badge battling.  I wasn't as against that particular thought, at the moment, as I had been, however.  It also reminded me he'd challenged me to a battle last time.  The only reason I'd declined was because I hadn't known the strength of my little piplup.

"Sure is."  I quickly answered before he could shout the question at me the next time.  "You wanna battle now?"

The kid looked me up and down for a moment.  It was rather unnerving that a ten-year old could level such an appraising gaze on anyone.  Fortunately, he seemed to come to the wrong conclusion and nodded.  "You got a gym badge, you can't be totally hopeless.  I'll still kick your ass though."

I stared at him.  Game or show, you wouldn't have heard the word "ass" tossed around.  The fact that it came from a little kid only made it seem stranger.  Or maybe it just felt like a little slice of home.

It wasn't pride in the fact that I already had two pokemon that led me to choose to battle with my ralts.  Really, it wasn't!  Sure, I wanted to show him I wasn't the same clueless bastard he'd mocked not so long before but there really was genuine strategy behind my choice.

The problem was that Chide, my piplup, was now an empolion.  The moment I called him out, the kid would realize how strong the bugger was and would act accordingly.  I wanted him to go on underestimating my skills for as long as possible.  It might be petty, but I wanted to grind the monster's nose in defeat.

"Go, Lita!"  I declared as I pointed her pokeball at the empty space between us.  Red light poured out and my cute little psychic stood there, sucking her thumb and staring at my opponent.

It didn't take a bachelor's degree in theater to be able to read the nervousness beneath his determined facade.  I waited for him to call out a pokemon, noting the three balls on his belt.  When he did, I understood the fear.  Budew looked like an un-grown flower but was probably also poison type.  That meant weak against me raltz.

"Buddy, Double team!"  Before I could even shout a command, my opponent's pokemon seemed to duplicate itself in a shimmer of air.  Over and over again the image split until it surrounded my poor little ralts.  I wasn't happy about the turn of events.  My luck sucks so when an opponent does anything to reduce my accuracy, the effect always seemed to be far more pronounced than it's supposed to.

"Lita, psychic!"  Just my luck, the little ralts was too high a level to care whether or not I was supposed to be the trainer.  She continued to suck her thumb and stare at the images.  The only concession to the changed situation was a cocked head.

"Buddy, bullet seed!"

That grabbed little Lita's attention.  It didn't seem to hurt her but it annoyed her enough to react.  Her eyes, the only facial feature visible, began to glow blue.  Only one of the mirrored budew followed suit.  Not a surprise a psychic could see through the illusion.

Just like that, it was over.  The little plant lay on the ground, immobile.  The kid scooped his pokemon up, dropped a pouch on the ground and scurried off towards Eterna city crying.  I'm ashamed to say a small part of me felt glad about that.  It wasn't making the kid cry; that was the shame part.  It was the sight of the little pouch of money.  Now I had more than my five and change to my name in this strange land.

A quick look inside the bag prompted my own run back to the city.  After I'd stopped by the pokemart to pick up two ultra-balls (and where the heck had a kid had enough money to drop half and still have enough for a couple of ultra balls???) I set back out on the trail.

Only a few steps into Eterna Forrest and I spotted a woman who looked vaguely familiar to me.  I hadn't met her, but I was almost certain she was a part of the game.  Prompted by the ever-present RPG rule that I should speak to everyone ("I like swords!") I approached the distraught woman.

"Can I help you?"

The green-haired woman spun around, startled.  I knew, for a moment, she looked at my black trench coat, black jeans, black hiking boots and black t-shirt and immediately assumed I was a bad guy.  Thankfully, her gave lingered between my legs with the same inescapable radar-vision that the other adult women had and her expression turned coy and a little shy.  Clearly, all bad-guys around here had small dicks.

"My name is Cheryl."

She responded as she fidgeted with the impossibly thick green braid.  I quelled the thought that the tuft beneath her green and brown dress might very well be green as well.  I didn't yet know if she was supposed to be a friendly NPC or adversary.  I could use either, truthfully.  After all, Cynthia seemed to be my instant rival, and we'd managed to have a little fun when I battled her.

"Well, Cheryl.  I'm Lynx.  Is there something I can do to help?  You looked a little distraught over here."

"Actually, there might be.  You see, I need to go into the forest for honey, but there's supposed to be some Team Galactic members skulking around.  I don't think I'd be able to beat them if I ran into them."

I nodded in understanding.  Team Galactic was definitely the bad guys.  Maybe it hadn't been my masculine endowments after all.  I wasn't in anything remotely resembling a uniform and I didn't have a giant "G" logo on my shirt.

"Sure."  I immediately offered.  "I can't say I know my way around the forest anyway, so it'll be good to have someone who knows where we're going."

"Oh, you're trying to get to Jubilife City then?"

I shrugged.  Honestly, I had no idea where I was going.  The problem with not having gotten very far in the game, other than my abysmal knowledge of the new pokemon, was that I didn't really know where I needed to go.  I trusted that I'd find all of the gyms eventually.  After all, there're only so many places you can go.

Cheryl seemed surprised by my nonchalant attitude but took it in stride.  I was a trainer after all, even if a bit older than the usual wanderers.  "Well, then there shouldn't be any worries over a detour to find me some honey."

The scenery was gorgeous, if a little dark.  We avoided the pairs of trainers scattered around since, although I wasn't in any hurry, I never liked my travel constantly stopped by battles.  That was another difference between the reality and the game.  If I wanted to battle a pokemon, I had to spring on it rather than be continuously accosted as we walked.

The company was certainly nice.  Cheryl was personable, if a bit quiet.  I couldn't help but wonder what her body looked like under the bell-shaped dress.  From the upper portion, she had a nice build, though her half-jacket partially obscured the brown corset and made any glimpse of promising cleavage much more difficult.

After only a few minutes of such pondering, I decided to drag my mind out of the gutter.  After all, I was here for pokemon.  Regardless of what had happened earlier, I was an adult, not a hormone driven teenager (or Brock).  I'd even gotten off a couple of times!  Surely that was enough to last my body for a little while?

Actually, it did seem to be.  No matter how much my mind pondered the color of Cheryl's bush, there wasn't even a pulse of life from down below.  The difference between a teen boy and a thirty-something guy?  Apparently, the physical prowess to remain as amped up as the mind that powers the body.

I dragged my attention to the wildlife we passed and finally spotted a pokemon I could add to my arsenal.  I won't go into details of the very brief battle, but the end result netted me a murkrow and Cheryl a wormdam.  (Apparently even the pokemon in Eterna Forest feel the need to buddy up when they wander around.)

I knew something was amiss before Cheryl did.  While she might know her way around the forest, I'd lived around nature most of my life.  Of course, it doesn't really take a Team Rocket scientist to realize there's trouble when an outbreak occurs and a swarm of slakoth all slowly creep by with looks of terror in their eyes as they look back over their shoulders.

I felt so bad for the little buggers that I never even considered catching one.  Of course, given how ponderously they crawled along, it also dawned on me that they were probably Sinnoh's version of a Snorlax.  Maybe hard to defeat but frustrating in their application.  Curious over what would terrorize the living moss-gardens, I backtracked the trail.

"Lynx.  I'm not so sure we should be headed this way."  Cheryl suggested in a quavering voice as she clung to my arm.  Ah!  there was the spark of life I'd been wondering about earlier.  A damsel in distress for me to protect and suddenly my willie showed some interest.  I really didn't want to think of what kind of sap that made me.

It wasn't difficult too find the source of concern for the pokemon.  The two were in a clearing desperately trying to lever a large rock out of the ground.  I knew at once that these were the Team Galactic members that Cheryl had been afraid to encounter.  What I couldn't figure out was why!  Aside from an assault on the senses, due to some atrocious taste in clothing, they didn't seem all that imposing.

"The Moss Stone!"  Cheryl gasped.  A fitting name for what seemed to be nothing more than a mossy boulder.  "You leave that alone, villains!"

Both of the women looked up from their tribulations and stopped what they were doing when they saw us.  Both women wore form fitting body-suits that looked like they might very well maintain their own atmosphere in space.  Well, maybe not for the taller of the two.  After all, one of the legs was missing from hers, replaced by a single black band around her thigh.  Still, it looked a lot better than the redundant short skirt worn by the other.

It was the redhead with the bad sci-fi tutu who acknowledged us first.  "Go away!  This is none of your concern!"

I glanced at Cheryl.  Although it seemed like nothing more than a rock to me, it seemed important to her.  Maybe it was a national shrine or something.  Whatever the reason, I knew these two probably shouldn't be allowed to have it.

"Sorry, but if you're going to try to steal the moss rock, you're going to have to go through us first."

I thought it was an appropriately heroic rejoinder.  It would have been perfect if Cheryl hadn't tugged on my arm and corrected me in a stage whisper.  "Moss Stone."  Whatever.

"If it's a battle you want, it's a battle you'll get!"  The red-head declared defiantly.  "But it's going to be adult rules."

That surprised me.  I wasn't averse to the idea, despite all the sex I'd already found, but I hadn't thought it would be possible in a double-battle situation.  Given the male-to-female ratio, thoughts of a nice little orgy certainly perked up my flagging endurance!

Apparently, it surprised her maroon-haired partner as well.  "Mars!  We don't need those rules.  If we beat them in a battle, it's not like they'll be in any condition to stop us from taking the Stone."

"Awww, cummon, Jupiter."  Whined Mars.  "Surely there's something you could demand from them.  Besides, how long has it been since you got laid?"

Jupiter glared reproachfully at her companion.  Mars blushed and looked a little abashed.  She mumbled.  "I don't mean last night.  I'm talking about by a guy?"

This time it was Jupiter's turn to look a little embarrassed.  The expression quickly turned thoughtful, however.  Once more I was transformed into nothing more than a slab of meat as she looked me critically up and down.  I was beginning to understand how women could object to the sensation.  The only saving grace was that she then turned her gaze on Cheryl with just as much appraisal.

"Fine."  Jupiter finally consented.  A leer spread across her face as she made her decision.  "Adult rules it is.  But I'll want them tied to a tree while we have our fun."  Mars giggled at the thought and pulled a pokeball from her belt.

Cheryl looked up at me, still clinging to my arm.  I had no idea what was going on in that pretty little head of hers.  She looked innocent and maybe a bit naive but the stipulations had been laid out clearly enough there could be no mistake what the villains intended.  If we wanted to battle them, it had to be by those rules.  Otherwise, we'd have to let them get on with what they were doing.

Cheryl glanced down and then back up at me before she turned to the Team Galactic members.  "Fine.  We accept.  Though we won't demand you're tied up."  It wasn't until my eyes followed the dart of her eyes that I realized she'd noticed the growing bulge in my pants.  Whatever else she was thinking, she knew the idea appealed to my body at least.

"Poe, I choose you!"  Crow, raven, same basic thing.  And Poe sounded better than Edger.  I wanted to try out my new murkrow.  He certainly wasn't as strong as my Empolion, but it left me with options later, should I need them.

Cheryl called on Chancey.  She knew her wormpul wouldn't be a match for anything such seasoned bad-guys would come up with.  As for the aforementioned villains, Jupiter only had some kind of giant skunk (appropriately called a skuntank) and Mars had a purugly (one of the few pokemon I actually recognized due to it's proliferation early in the game) and another pokeball waiting in the wings.

"Skuntank, flamethrower!"  "Purugly, iron tail!"

I was a bit surprised.  In the game there was always a little bit of banter to scroll through before the battle actually began.  Annoying but persistent.  These two really meant business if they went straight on the offensive.

Poe spread his wings, startled into a literal flight response and Chancey simply stood there smiling as flame poured over them both.  It subsided an instant before the cat pokemon darted up and swung a now-transformed gleaming metal tail straight into the side of the egg-shaped pokemon's head.  The chancey staggered back a few steps but seemed relatively unphased.  No big surprise.  Those things had among the highest hitpoints in the game, and defenses to match.

"Chancey, egg bomb!"

The egg that every chancey carried in a bizarre marsupial pouch popped out and flew at our enemies.  The other women looked nervous as it exploded in a large flash of smoke and light.  Moments later, when the effect cleared, they both grinned in feral delight at the complete lack of damage done to their pets.  Tough to beat, but the silly looking pokemon doesn't have much to fend you off with.

It was up to me.  "Poe, wing attack!"

I'd like to say my intrepid murkrow swooped down and wiped the field clean with one attack.  Unfortunately, A) wing attack can only target one enemy and, 2) Poe is considerably weaker than my other two.  Still, his attack buffeted Mars' purugly and caused it to noticeably stagger.

The two women glanced at each other.  Volumes of communication flowed between them in a manner that the genders can never hope to convey to each other.  There're times I can just glance at another guy and relate; how hot a woman is, her general personality, whether she's worth the trouble and probably even her critical measurements.  I try it with a woman and I'd get slapped.  Come to think of it, maybe she would understand.  Regardless, we men can't read the same glance from a woman.

Cheryl, of course, understood and cringed.  The gazes of both of the Team Galactic commanders riveted on me.  "Purugly/Skuntank, iron tail!"

My little Poe didn't stand a chance, as two cybernetic-looking tails crashed into him from either side.  His wings folded and he crashed to the ground.  Even as he fell, I had my pokeball out.  Red energy beamed from the device and, hopefully, prevented any additional damage from terminal impact!

A frustrated frown curled the corner of my mouth.  I always hated losing a pokemon.  Particularly when it needed to level up, as my poor murkrow so obviously did.  Maybe I shouldn't have avoided all of those trainer battles on the way in.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 3



I was done playing around.  It was time for the big gun.  Water gun, that is.  Besides, either or both of the bitches' pokemon looked like they could have been dark types.  I wasn't sure what other attacks my ralts knew, but psychic wouldn't work.

"Chide. it's your turn!"  Moments later, my giant, trident-faced, penguin appeared on the field.  The women shared another look and turned back towards me.  Their mouths opened for another command.  Not this time, ladies (and I use the term very loosely)!  "Blizzard!"

Our opponents visibly paled as tiny shards of snow, ice and slush began to pour out of a white ball of energy that instantly sprung from between my empolion's outstretched flippers.  They had every right to be afraid.  Purugly fainted dead away and it was impossible to tell if there was any fight left in the block of ice that used to be Skuntank.

"P-p-purugly, return."  Mars stammered.  Jupiter seemed determined to ride it out but I knew the battle was sealed.  They'd need a hell of a lot more if they wanted to take down Chide.  "Bronzor, get him!"

That wasn't it.  A floating cog might have intimidated some people, but not me.  Chide's ice and steel attacks wouldn't be much use, but there was nothing to stop his water from rusting away the little sprocket.

"Bronzor, psychic!"
"Chide, hydro pump!"

The little metal pokemon's eyes began to glow blue but my penguin was just too fast for it.  An impossible jet of water spewed out from Chide and caught the disk dead center.  Bronzor vanished amid the torrent and was thrown back to slam into a tree.  Just for good measure, I sent Chide in with a steel wing to the block of ice.  In moments the skuntank was free of its captivity and both of the opposing pokemon lay in unconscious heaps.

"Well, that's it then."  Cheryl piped in merrily from behind me.  The other two women continued to stare dumbly at Chide as if they'd never seen a giant blue penguin before.  "I'll just take these ropes and be off to collect my honey.  You two enjoy your defeat!"

Her tone was nearly giddy as she skipped over to collect the spoils of our battle.  Adult rules meant you could claim anything you wanted from the defeated, so I suppose that included the equipment they had tried to use for larceny.  She giggled at my questioning raised eyebrow.  "These could come in handy climbing a tree.  Have fun and remember, you are allowed to be a little rough if you want.  Just not too much."

With that, I was left alone in a clearing with two women in spacesuits, a bored looking giant penguin and two little heaps of napping opponents.  For their parts, Cheryl's parting comment reminded the two women exactly what kind of battle they'd just lost.  Woodenly, they retrieved their fainted pokemon and sank to their knees.  The stunned expressions never left their faces.

I returned Chide to his pokeball as I walked up to the women.  The view was interesting.  The radar dish that Mars called a skirt completely covered her lover body when she sank to her knees.  Although in a similar pose, the lack of one leg exposed a considerable bit more flesh on Jupiter.  As I looked her over, I tried to figure out whether the aborted black section was part of the overall outfit or simply her boy-shorts underwear blatantly revealed from beneath the otherwise gray bottom of her unitard.

"So, what should we do, now that we have a little time on our hands?"

This time, I could perfectly read the look the two exchanged.  Perhaps I'd misunderstood the earlier quip about the last time Jupiter had been laid because both women shot daggers at each other.  After a brief, narrow-eyed, stare down, they suddenly brightened simultaneously and turned their gazes on me.

Okay, that was a bit freaky.

Mars shifted her pose slightly.  Although her head sank in apparent submission, she thrust her chest forward to emphasize the already tight fit of the suit that hugged her breasts.  The effect would have been much more powerful if the outfit didn't cover up to her neck.  As it was, the lack of actual cleavage weakened her position.  "You have defeated us.  You can do anything you like to me."

Jupiter refused to be outdone.  Rather than play the sub, her knees spread as she leaned back to support herself with her hands.  Her hips thrust forward, slightly, to emphasize the delicious "v" at the juncture of her legs.  As with her companion, the outfit defeated the pose, slightly, since the partial leg couldn't ride up to show any more flesh.

Truthfully, Jupiter's appeal affected me more strongly than Mars'.  It wasn't really a commentary on the attributes of either woman.  The simple fact was, I'm more aroused by the sight of a woman's crotch than her breasts.  So long as they're relatively equally clothed, I'll choose that way every time.  Frankly, un-attired, it would have been less effective than fully clothed, as they both were.

Jupiter shot a triumphant look across at her now-rival.  Neither of them were done yet, however.  I didn't know what the stakes of their contest were, beyond seducing me, but they were in it for the long haul.

Without releasing her slumped shoulders or dipped head, Mars reached back and began to part the back of her outfit.  The action caught my attention not so much because of her stripping (which was a nice touch obviously) but more because I was genuinely curious how those damn things fastened!  There were no visible seams anywhere on either woman!  Unfortunately, even watching as the fabric parted left me equally clueless how it worked.

A disgusted grunt drew my attention back to the other side of the glade.  The very pose Jupiter had used to lure the first point to her made a similar action very difficult.  She'd already lost the advantage based on the fact that she would have to shift positions just to keep up.  She quickly rolled to lounge on her side with one leg straight and the other perpendicular to the ground.  She wasn't about to forget which part of her body hypnotized me so and left herself very exposed as she reached back with the hand that didn't prop her up and began a similar treatment.

By virtue of her head start, not to mention a less complicated position, Mars managed to peel away her top first.  It hung from her waist to reveal her pert breasts, lovingly cupped by a fine lace bra the same color as her hair.  I forced myself to remain where I was.  I really wanted a closer look.  Purely to see if those really were her areola I thought I saw through the gaps in the fabric.

The fact that Mars' lower half remained concealed behind the tent that was her short skirt was probably all that allowed me to look away.  I was not only the judge in this battle of theirs but also the prize.  I couldn't properly decide between them if I didn't asses both.  Of course, I had no intention of actually choosing, beyond these little stages they worked through.  I didn't care who had the most points.  In the end, I'd be the winner.

Jupiter had managed to work her arms out of the long sleeve and held the fabric against her body as if in panicked modesty.  Slowly, almost reluctantly, she began to release her arm.  She added to the effect by looking away as she did so.  Together with the blatantly spread legs, she gave the impression of a barely-legal model browbeaten into stripping for the camera.  So what if she looked to be in her thirties?  Attitude and expression can make an illusion.

The effect was utterly ruined when she peeled it back far enough that her bare breasts sprang out.  While deliciously firm, even despite the fact that she was considerably larger than her rival, the lack of undergarment failed to impress me.  The suggestion of mystery and the forbidden that underwear, or even swimsuits, offer is irresistible to me.

Mars had expected to lose that round.  She had two strikes against her, according to common societal logic.  First, her tits were smaller, no matter how delectable.  Second, she probably already knew her companion had to worry about strap-lines beneath the skintight material and had forsaken the bra.  That was the reason she'd raced to be the first to strip.  The quicker she got that stage over with, the quicker she could begin to gain some kind of advantage once more.  Her hand already reached for the clasp behind her and couldn't manage to work it.

I surprised them both when my eyes instinctively drifted back towards the woman with the short red hair.  Mars actually looked up from her supposedly submissive status.  Her eyes were wide and held no little bit of appreciation and wonder.  Jupiter let out a shocked gasp that held more confusion and injury than denial or anger.

Quick to play upon her advantage, Mars dropped her hand away from the still clasped bra.  When she stood up, she uncoiled like a serpent.  A light, unobtrusive, touch of her fingers guided the skirt around her hips so that it remained firmly on the ground as she rose out of it.  I couldn't help but appreciate that the panties matched to the point where my body practically pulled me forward to gaze carefully at the spot of pink that peeked through.

Mars smiled, knowing she already had an advantage.  There wasn't a hint of fear or concern when I managed to pull my head around to look at Jupiter.  The other woman had foregone her pose to stand as well, she remained half-clothed but had turned her back to me.  She had figured out her disadvantage and intended to accommodate with performance what she lacked in clothing.

Agonizingly slowly, her hands began to drag the form-fitting outfit over her hips.  Immediately, I knew she would not lose the round in the same manner when individual black strings appeared.  They had been designed carefully and worked beneath the natural lines of the body-suit.  That and they were so thin as to be nearly invisible, even when so thoroughly exposed.

Jupiter kept her legs tightly together as she bent over and guided the suit down her legs.  I reveled in the sight of the small batch of semi-gloss material fabulously displayed between clenched butt cheeks.  I was almost disappointed when she straightened and the view disappeared.

My dick gave one large jump when she turned around to display a g-string thong so small I'd have expected it was a Wicked Weasel had we still been in my world.  Still, the overall packages were hard to judge between.  The tease of the black postage stamp or the seduction of the matching bra and panties.  My head oscillated back and forth.  Both women realized at the same time the decision of round three (or was it four by now?) was a draw.

So slowly it was painful to watch, the rivals began to saunter forward.  Although it probably never dawned on either of them to attempt to compete with mere strides, I couldn't help but compare the two.  Jupiter had a lithe grace that spoke of a dangerous sensuality.  Mars was more straightforward.  She led her body with her breasts and hips, focusing more on her physical attributes than the impression of her skills.

They draped themselves over my arms at the same time.  They were determined not to let the other get the drop on them.  Although their faces and eyes were turned up towards me, I knew their focus was on each other.  They watched their peripheral vision to make certain.

It was an interesting dichotomy.  My mind was very much turned off at the obvious lack of enthusiasm they didn't even realize they displayed.  I was incidental.  If left to their own devices, I'm not sure either of them would have willingly sought me out.  Just enough of my mind remembered that they had issued the challenge to suggest they might have but it wasn't enough to arouse me.

Their bodies, however, were more than enough to turn me on!  I'd have had to have been blind, dumb and senseless not to feel the way their smooth flesh pressed against me.  The lace of Mars' bra tickled my arm while the same sensation ground against my leg.  On the other side, the shining black patch of fabric glided smoothly up and down in a similar fashion.  I had to resist the urge to look down to see if the aggressive humping caused either of those undergarments to shift for an illicit glimpse.

The animosity that lies between them really is a shame.  They could work so well as a team if only they tried.  Their hands began to trail down my body as if choreographed.  As one, they stepped back.  Fingers slid beneath my shirt and they peeled it up and tossed it aside.  There wasn't even a scuffle of confusion as their fingers met and worked first my buckle and then button free.

The whole thing could have been incredibly sensuous!  Two hands slowly stripping me in perfect harmony while the other two clung to my shoulders almost lovingly.  Equal looks of devotion and desire on their faces as they looked up at me.  Unfortunately I couldn't escape the undercurrent of conflict or the fact that they never really noticed my body as they peeled my clothes off.

I wondered what would happen now.  There was no way they'd be able to both work my zipper and still keep it sexy.  I could very easily imagine they would each grab an edge and yank the flaps apart.  Fortunately, they also seemed to realize how poorly it would reflect on them if they did.

Mars relinquished her claim first.  Even as Jupiter pulled my zipper open, Mars' free hand reached up to cup my cheek and turn my head towards her.  Her body once more encased my side as she lifted and rubbed her way up to kiss me.  I barely heard Jupiter's disgusted gasp as a haze settled firmly over my mind, fueled by a strawberry flavored mouth.

As delightful as the passionate kiss proved (she's good enough to fake it with a kiss, that's for sure!) Jupiter knew how steal back the focus.  My boxer-briefs and pants virtually disappeared given the speed with which she dropped them to my ankles.  This time I did note the gasp in the pause that followed.  So did Mars and I felt her conflicted desire to continue the seductive kiss and to pull away and see what her rival had discovered.  In the end, the latter need won and she reluctantly pulled back and glanced down.  Another gasp followed.

(What do you know?  Not one but two women who hadn't managed to use their mysterious x-ray vision to size me up ahead of time!  Then again maybe they'd just been too distracted to bother.)

My hands felt useless.  Once free of her surprise, Jupiter clung to my leg.  Her hips rolled forward and back with such speed that I could actually feel the g-string slipping.  A shudder ran through me at the thought that her exposed lust now occasionally rubbed against me.  The accompanying pulse of blood sent her over the edge and she lunged in to kiss the base of my straining cock.

Mars wouldn't be outdone.  She collapsed to her knees and similarly used my body to excite herself.  Rather than press against my base, she tilted her head and began to lightly suck and tease my balls.  I groaned and another shudder rolled through my body.

The moans that began to issue from both women aroused me as much as the attention their lips paid me.  I could feel the excitement and intensity of their thrusts.  The sounds weren't faked in the slightest.  While one hand clung to my body, as if I would vanish if they didn't hold be to reality, my half-lidded eyes caught each as they reached between their own bodies and mine to add to their ministrations.  The sudden realization of what might be in store, combined with the way they stimulated themselves, had sent them right to the edge of climax.

DAMN!  The female commanders of Team Galactic really needed to work past their problems with each other!  As one, their heads fell away from me.  Their bodies wracked with climax and they fell to the ground.  Only a sheer act of will, and the determination that I would have at least one of them, allowed me to keep from cumming right there on their spent forms.

What a view it was, though.  An uncivilized portion of my mind, that I hadn't realized existed, seriously considered spraying them.  Sweat glistened on their nearly-naked bodies.  They lay sprawled on the grass, gasping, as they tried to recover from their self-inflicted delight.  Their hands even remained buried between their legs in such a manner that neither undergarment hid their lust from view anymore.  Given the rest of the picture, even that excited me.

"You'll have to choose."  Jupiter managed to mumble.  There was more than a hint of resignation in her tone.  For perhaps the first time in their careers, it seemed the two wanted to actually share rather than compete.

I dropped to my knees.  I had to choose, and quickly.  Not only did I want to take advantage of the lull in their competitive natures, but I also wanted to catch them while still in the aftershocks of orgasm.  I knew I wouldn't last long and, unlike men, women could be brought quickly back to the peak if little time has passed.

I carefully lay down between the still-shuddering forms.  Their eyes were focused on me with an intensity matched by the disappointment that it would soon end for one of them.  They didn't know I had no intention of allowing that outcome.  Although I'd been left to feel like a prize, rather than a potential partner, they'd both put forth a decent effort to entice me.

Relief, rather than victory, clouded Jupiter's eyes when I dragged her on top of me.  She tried to impale herself immediately but I forced her to sit upright.  She took the demand in stride and shifted her knees to accommodate me.  She pressed her hot groin against my straining member as she fumbled to shift the string and tiny patch of fabric out of our way.

I could see the defeat in Mars' gaze.  She looked longingly back at her companion/rival and the stiff cock she wished she could share.  That attention kept her from realizing my intent.  She screamed in shock as my hands suddenly appeared at her hips and lifted her small form.  In the brief instant before my view was blocked, I saw an approving smile on the woman desperately prepared to ride my body.

Mars' arms flew forward.  Even before she was aware of her situation, she crouched on hands and knees.  The glorious fragrance of her passion filled my nose from the saturate lace that encompassed my vision.  Driven mad by the pheromones the competition had driven from the women I lunged.

Once again, Jupiter proved the synchronicity of their partnership.  With barely a pause to ensure her aim, she dropped herself on me.  Her slight weight crashed down and smothered my length at the same moment my mouth pressed against the lace panties.  I moaned in appreciation and both women screamed in harmony.

My hips thrust up in time with Jupiter's frantic pace.  My jaw worked deep into the nerves of Mars while my tongue dug into the lace.  Already pressure grew deep within me, threatening to overwhelm me all too soon.  Fortunately, one woman's pussy gripped and milked me in ecstasy while the other's poured sweet cream through the holes in the fabric and down my throat.

We thrust and licked and sucked.  Scream after scream echoed through the sacred grove as we build towards the inevitable.  Mars began to push her lust down against my face in counterpoint to Jupiter's irresistible thrusts.  Our bodies rocked in motion as one undifferentiated form.

My left hand, which until now clutched at Mars' hips to pull her more tightly against me, slid around and yanked at the panties in my way.  After a hand-off to the fingers which still gripped the round flesh of her ass, my fingers drove forward to add my own thrust to the musical rhythm of our lust.  My teeth gently plucked at her open bud and I sucked her clit as I buried two, then three, fingers deep within her.

Fire burned between my legs.  Time seemed to slow as I felt it start the long climb up my thick shaft.  Everywhere it moved my nerves flared with delight.  Meanwhile, Jupiter's ride began to falter as both women clutched desperately where my body merged with theirs.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 3



The scream of release had to have been audible back in Kanto!  My own was muffled by the body that surrounded my head, but the vibrations sent her even further over the edge.  Not to be left behind, Jupiter was treated as my manhood swelled even further and shot my seed deep within her.

I felt our synchronization begin to break down and redoubled my efforts.  My back arched as I thrust and pumped and sucked and came.  After a brief eternity, both women threw themselves away from the blessed torment they could no longer bear.

Free at last, I slumped down, boneless.  It had taken as much mental fortitude as physical to keep my pace even while I climaxed.  I struggled to even out my breathing while the two beautiful women lay to either side of me.  Their bodies touched in such a way that I wondered if they could consciously let me go.  They even each had a hand that cupped my shrinking manhood possessively.

Finally, I was shocked by Mars' declaration, once she could speak again.  "You have got to try that.  I'd have said you got the better end of the deal, but not now!"

Jupiter shook her head lazily.  "Call it a draw?"  Despite the obvious fatigue that prevented her from even lifting her head, there was a ferocious and terrifying glint in her eyes when she shifted to look at me.  "But only after we both prove to each other the other got just as good."

As one, their hangs closed around my soft length and began to massage life back into me.  As I lay in exhaustion, prepared for the second round they seemed determined to invoke, I could only hope that I hadn't inspired an unbeatable team.

Copyright November 2011, by Deathlynx



Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 4



Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl

Episode 4: Familiar Faces

Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!

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In the months that I had been trapped in the strange and wonderful world of impossible technology and sentient furballs, I've come to a few conclusions. First, both the show and the game lie! They make it look so easy to get from one place to the next. True, the show remembers to show stops for lunch and dinner, not to mention the occasional naps, but the truth is it takes days, even weeks to simply go from one town to the next!

By the way, you can't get toilet paper at a pokemart. I practically had to special order it. Worse still, I could have bought a Hyper Potion for what it cost just for one roll!

You don't even want to know where to go to get condoms! With all of the adult rules battles going on, you'd think they'd be a staple product. Apparently, sex ed isn't on the curriculum. If not for random challenges (yes, both women and men), I'd have begun to think the whole thing was some sort of giant conspiracy. A joke they play on newcomers to their world.

Along with the sheer time it takes, they never bother to show how poor the condition of the roads are. Many of them are nothing more than forest paths. And you know the old joke about having to walk uphill...in the snow...both ways? Yeah, I still haven't managed to figure out the laws of physics on that one, but some of the time it certainly seems like I'm living in an M.C. Escher nature painting. There, at least, the game actually does it a little better than the show since there's the occasional hill you can't get up without the right equipment or pokemon.

Thankfully, the bike makes everything a bit easier. A four-by-four would be nicer still, but I have yet to find a gas station. I've seen the cars but never got a chance to ask how they fuel it as they zipped by. For all I know, horsepower means a ponyta under the hood in near-Flintstones style methodology.

All that travel, however, has been good on my physique. Pretty much dawn 'til dusk I'm riding my bike. Better yet, there's no microwaves in the middle of a forest for me to nuke a meal. Hamburger Helpers are a bit clunky to pack for travel and fast-food chains are about as scarce as the aforementioned microwave.

I was a bit overweight when this all started. Now I'm pretty svelte. I'm not ripped or anything, but then again I've never had that body type. I can finally accept the hungry stares I get when I run into the other adults on my journey. And now, they're not just limited to the mysterious x-ray vision riveted on my groin either.

One final difference seemed to be more between the show and the game. After pure trial and error, I had discovered that the show had one thing right over the game. Pokemon could remember five moves at a time, not four.

"Hey! You!"

I looked up from my campfire. I was finally on the edge of civilization once more. Solaceon town looked pretty small, probably without even a gym to speak of, but it provided a break from the endless trails I'd been on.

There was no way that I could have mistaken the angry woman who stood ten feet from me, with her hands on her hips. Since the very first game and anime came out, there's only two major women who consistently appear in the mythos; Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny. I was too far out of town for Joy to have any reason to wander at night and the blue uniform was a dead giveaway anyway.

"Yes, officer Jenny? What can I do for you?" I replied amicably. Just because she was pissed didn't mean I had to respond with negativity. Besides, I'd found, through many years of life, that cops simply aren't going to trust me. Probably the fact that I dress all in black, including a trench coat (regardless of the heat) and am six feet tall.

"Where'd you get that food?"

Startled, my eyes glanced left and right in search of the hidden cameras. After the trip I'd been on, I was pretty much down to the dregs of what I had. That was one of the reasons I'd headed to Solaceon, despite the lack of a gym. Time to restock.

"Oreburg City?" I took a shot in the dark. It had been my last gym battle so I probably had stocked up then. There might have been a town or two along the way but I hadn't passed through Hearthome. I'd been told the gym leader was out of town, so I'd decided to give it a pass and stop back again on my travels.

"Right. I'm supposed to believe that." Jenny glared. "You have any proof?"

I stared at her, mouth agape. No, I didn't have proof. I don't think the people of Sinnoh had ever heard of receipts. If they had, I'd never seen a printer for one, much less been given one. I gave them the money and they gave me supplies. Record keeping for the corporations must be horrendous.

"Nooooooo." I drawled out.

"Right, then. I'm taking you in for stealing food from the farms."

I blinked. My hand twitched towards the pokeballs on my belt. I was fairly certain I could wipe the floor with her but it certainly wouldn't look all that good if I did. "Excuse me?"

"Pokemon trainers have been wandering through recently and the farms keep turning up with missing crops." She replied as if the line of logic made perfect sense. To a degree, I had to admit that it did. There was just one itsy-bitsy little flaw in the logic.

"I've got plenty of money. Why on Earth would I bother to steal food I can buy a hundred times over?" She opened her mouth to reply, looking only a little confused, but I rolled right over her. My annoyance had kicked in, as it often does when presented with idle stupidity.

"There's absolutely no proof that it's the trainers who've been taking the food, or else you'd have gone after them. How do we know an aipom hasn't suddenly moved in and started swiping things? What about Team Rocket or some other band of miscreants?

"Even if there has been a particularly morally lax bunch of trainers through here that have stolen from your farmers, that's no excuse to automatically assume that I fit into the same category. I know for a fact you have know proof I've done any such thing because I haven't.

"And, finally, if you're looking to scapegoat me, since I happen to be handy, for all of the crimes then I'll simply point out that I've been en route from Oreburg for weeks. It can be confirmed with a simple call when I received the Coal Badge from Roark. The travel time alone would prohibit being able to have committed any thefts."

When my rant finally ended, Officer Jenny at least had the decency to look more than a little sheepish. There are some people, even those in positions of authority, who tend to resent when their flawed logic is pointed out. It doesn't usually help when it's been done in such a blunt fashion.

"You're right." She mumbled, unable to meet my accusing gaze now. "I'm sorry to have bothered you. If you could, please keep a look out for suspicious characters."

I had to admit, however, Jenny could be cute enough when she wasn't threatening to arrest me. Besides, as one of the two longest running adult women in the franchise, I was kind of shocked I hadn't run into her yet. Much less thought to challenge her to a little adult rules fun. My hand curled around one of my pokeballs and reared back to announce my challenge when a voice came out of nowhere behind me.

"I wouldn't."

I spun around, surprised by the interruption. Jenny, eyes narrow in suspicion, pulled her accusing glare off of me long enough to check out the newcomer. After a moment of recognition, they snapped back. Her hand hovered close to her own pokeball, ready to draw should I complete my own actions.

Although her dark clothes went a long way towards hiding her at night, the long blond hair and pale flesh of her limited cleavage practically glowed. It had been months since I'd come across her (not to mention in her mouth). While it was good to see a familiar face, I didn't understand why she'd just stopped me from battling. After all, it had been she who had pointed me in the direction of my second conquest in Sinnoh.

"Good evening, Officer Jenny. I'm glad to see you are being diligent in keeping the farms safe."

"Good evening, Cynthia." The other woman replied. Her tone was incredibly friendly, maybe even a little sultry. That tone made me do a double-take. Although subtle, I could see the hungry glances she shifted towards the newcomer.

My hand, dumbly still cocked back to throw my pokeball like an ultra-spaz, dropped to my side. Officer Jenny's didn't shift from her prepared stance, though her gaze more fully settled on Cynthia. I could almost see in her eyes the debate over whether or not to challenge her to a battle. There was no doubt in anyone's mind that the pokemon wielding policewoman would lose to the Sinnoh League Champion but there was a strong drive to put herself at the sexual mercy of the imposing woman. I couldn't say I blamed her one bit, already knowing the prowess that lithe body held.

"Well, we'll let you go back about your business, officer. It's been a while and I think Lynx and I have some catching up to do."

There was no doubt that Officer Jenny recognized the dismissal for what it was. As an officer of the law, she could probably come up with any number of reasons to stick around but the chances of getting what she wanted if she pressed the issue were slim to none. She conceded to the obvious, bid us each a safe night, and left.

I turned my attention fully to Cynthia. In the months that had passed since our first encounter, I might have forgotten how attractive she was. My body certainly hadn't. Even before I'd turned to discover the identity of the newcomer, a pulse of life echoed from my groin. Now that I focused on her, my pants quickly grew too tight for comfort.

Cynthia slowly looked me up and down. The first time she'd seen me, there had been a hunger in her eyes when she scoped me out. Then, it had focused mostly on that bulge in my pants. This time, she seemed hard-pressed to keep her gaze on any one part of me. True, her eyes kept returning between my legs but they never stayed long.

It really was the single largest compliment anyone had ever paid me. It made me both proud and embarrassed at the same time. Her fingers had begun to twitch towards her companion pokemon and I relished the thought of a rematch.

"I see you've done well for yourself over the last few months." It must have taken no little force of will to drag her eyes off of my now-firm stomach and pointedly note the four pokeballs on my belt. "How many badges do you have so far?"

"Four." I admitted proudly. I'd worked hard for them. I knew I was only halfway there, but at least I had shown the proper initiative.

"Very good." She complimented. "Maybe it's time for a rematch then?"

I smiled back, the look just as feral as hers. "Adult rules, then?"

She nodded. "Of course! Though, with only four badges, I can't properly battle you with a full compliment. If you had eight badges, I wouldn't feel bad about taking on your four with six of my own. As it is, I think a two-on-two would be appropriate." 

I didn't have to acknowledge her challenge. It was enough when I slipped a pokeball from my belt and pointed it. "Poe, come on out!"

After all this time, and another pokemon on my belt, my poor little murkrow was still my weakest pokemon. The poor little bird had a penchant for fainting at the slightest hit. I figured he was probably only level ten or so. Unfortunately, he never survived enough battles to get him up a level.

Cynthia pulled out what looked like a giant pink slug. Curious, I tried my pokedex. Thankfully, the stupid little thing does have a mute feature so I was able to skim the data about a third as quickly as it would have taken the dumb device to speak. Evolved form...yadda yadda...shell on its back...yadda yadda...

I really don't know why anyone bothers to use the thing. I suppose there's probably a place to go on it that will tell you more than the encyclopedia highlights, give you the vital stats, but it won't without catching them. Once you have one, it's not like you need to know. After all, you've already proven you know how to beat it. Give the damn thing to the kiddies for pre-school growing up and let the rest of us figure it out on our own.

Well, I knew it was a gastrodon. Both from looks and the strange name, I guessed it was a water type. I really wanted to call out Lita to take it on. Unfortunately, I only had one pokemon to use to take on two of hers and I figured that garchomp would be her other. It was her trademark companion.

"Gastrodon, stone edge!" "Poe, return!"

Cynthia looked a little confused as the red energy once more poured out of my pokeball and stole her easy victory. He'd have been toast, even if she hadn't used type advantage against me. The shards of stone flew through the now-empty air and buried into the dirt where my poor bird had been.

I shrugged. "He needs the XP."

The look of understanding that crossed her face spoke that all trainers had gone through the same thing at one point or another. A moment later, she realized that I could only battle her at two-to-one odds. She couldn't help but grin in anticipation of her victory. Last time she'd shown me what her mouth could do. This time, I'm sure she hoped a demand of the favor returned.

I wasn't as sure of the outcome as I would have liked. I could have called on my empolion, to hedge my bets, but, like Poe, I had other pokemon who needed to train up a bit. Besides, I wasn't exactly averse to being at her mercy this time. "Jive, your turn!"

Red light poured out of the pokeball in my hand and quickly formed into a tiny little bullet-shaped, shark-like, pokemon. Cynthia's eyes widened for a moment before they narrowed in speculation. She was intimately familiar with the little guy. After all, her favorite pokemon had once evolved from one.

Gible, it turns out, is a ground/dragon dual type. Although the "g" at the beginning of his name is hard, when followed by the "i" I thought it should be soft and named the little bugger accordingly. "Jibe" lacked a bit of flair, so it ended up as "Jive". Yeah, it hurts even my brain to think about these logic processes. So I don't. It just happens naturally.

I didn't wait to see what Cynthia would do. I was a bit of the underdog there so it didn't hurt to take the initiative. "Jive, use strength."

One might think that a two-foot tall bullet of a pokemon wouldn't have much strength to put into an attack, but the little guy is more than he appears. He wobbled forward on his stunted legs. Fortunately, a slug isn't any quicker and it was easy enough to catch up.

Cynthia didn't give me a chance for a free hit, however. Her voice was calm and confident as she gave her orders. "Gastrodon, muddy water."

A gible's dragon type helps to negate some of the effectiveness of water attacks against a ground type. Unfortunately, that just means it's pure strength against resilience. I'd never fought her pokemon before so I flinched slightly as the jet of soiled water flooded in. Jive staggered noticeably under the force of the attack but kept moving. The aerodynamic body helped divert much of the blow, even if not all of it.

Now, only feet away from each other, I decided to try a page out of the anime rather than the more straightforward fights of the games. "Jive, target the ground in front of it!"

Cynthia's face screwed up in confusion as my little dragon-shark pounded its considerable strength into the rocks right before it could attack her giant slug. Thankfully, the laws of physics seemed to apply, in this case, and the recoil from the attack sent Jive airborne.

"Jive, use cut! Aim for the head!"

The unexpected combination left Cynthia too distracted to order a follow up attack that might have saved her. Forty-five pounds of ground pokemon came barreling down from the heights. As he spun, the fin on his back began to glow with the new attack. His aim was true and he smacked the slug hard, avoiding the thick shell that could have protected it.

It was kind of funny to watch my opponent's pokemon sway like an entranced viper before it collapsed on its side. Still in shock, it took Cynthia a moment before she pulled out the pokeball and summoned her fainted pokemon.

"Garchomp, your turn!"

Thank God most NPCs don't bother to name their pokemon! Even before the energy had coalesced into an impossibly large dragon, I already had my next command on the tip of my tongue. "Jive, dragon rush!"

I'd beaten Cynthia's garchomp before, so I knew it wasn't invincible. I wasn't confident, however, that my little gible was enough higher level than her garchomp. As an evolved form of my pokemon, hers would be considerably stronger than mine unless I had a significant level advantage.

Jive began to glow. Energy seemed to flash out of the strange little oblongs attached to his head and propelled him forward like a rocket. His head sunk down, prepared to strike his opponent with the fin on his head.

Cynthia's eyes widened. Whatever fear or surprise she felt, however, she was much quicker on the uptake this time. Her commands flew out with precision. "Garchomp, dodge then dragon rush!"

As quick as her commands were, they weren't fast enough, or maybe they came a hair too early. Garchomp spread her winged arms. Her legs coiled and she launched herself into the air. Still far enough away, a slight shift of his head allowed my gible to adjust his aim. He swooped up after his fleeing opponent.

Garchomp had just begun to glow with her own version of the attack when gible slammed into her stomach. Light poured out behind the two as the crashed into the nearest tree. I crossed my fingers and waited to see the outcome. Dragons are weak against dragon type attacks, which makes it doubly effective. Given that Jive is also a dragon that makes the damage four times greater than normal. I could only hope that it was enough.

My gible staggered backwards, away from the impact. Cynthia's garchomp landed heavily on her feet and glared at the annoyance at the tiny form that had attacked her. It didn't look very good. Then, the garchomp took a single step towards her enemy and fell flat on her face.

Cynthia calmly recalled her most powerful pokemon with an enigmatic smile. "Very good! My heart is pounding so hard...because I had such a heated battle with you."

There was no question that she'd added the last part purely for the record. She hadn't expected to lose and now she looked forward to the results.

As I slowly closed the distance between us, a flick of my hand recalled Jive. She stood, somehow both formal and relaxed, and waited for me to approach. In many ways, she had been my mentor to this world. I'd beaten her twice now, and it was time to show her a little of what I had learned, both in this world and my own.

My hand reached upwards. Her chest thrust forward, slightly, in anticipation as her breath caught. I could read the disappointment in her body when I bypassed her breast and placed it gently on her shoulder. Her beauty was stunning but I had the feeling that somewhere deep inside she still felt self-conscious about her breasts. With so many women in the world with D-cups or larger, her "mere Bs" were probably her biggest source of failure.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 4



I didn't see it that way. They were pert and perfect. They were small enough that they could fill my mouth or hands as if designed for it. I intended to show her exactly how enticing I found them. Just not yet.

My hand caught the edge of her coat as I circled around beside her. Understanding sparked instantly and she quickly reached up to fumble with the single clasp that held it closed. I was surprised that someone with so much confidence in battles, a woman who had literally driven me to my knees with her skills in other areas, had suddenly become nervous enough that a simple fastener proved difficult for her to work.

I felt the tension release and began to tug lightly at the collar of the long coat. It slid effortlessly off of her left shoulder. My hand continued to caress her as it moved smoothly from one shoulder to the next. In moments, only my grip held it on. I let go and allowed it to pool at our feet.

My hands closed around her shoulders gently. As I leaned forward, I could hear her breathing. She was nervous! Even if her short gasps didn't give it away, the tension in her back would have.

As champion, she never lost. The last time she had, to me, she'd still been in control afterwards. I could ask almost anything of her. Given that we hadn't specified anything unusual before the battle, she could decline if it seemed beyond reasonable, but I had a feeling she wouldn't. After all, her honor was almost as strong as her pride.

My body pressed against hers. It was enough to cause her to relax, slightly, and lean back against my solid form. My head dipped forward. I could never describe her soft, feminine, scent except for the undeniable musk of lust that surrounded her. I let it fill my lungs and savored it even as a shudder ran through her body.

"I thought you said, 'the next time we meet, we'll use some alternate rules'?" My voice was barely even a whisper, directly into her ear. The breath played across her sensitive lobe and enticed another shiver from her.

"Shit!" Clearly, she'd forgotten about the taunt she'd left me with the previous time. Surprisingly enough, I hadn't. It was burned into my brain and my groin alike. I'd wondered what she meant but, more than anything, I really just wanted to be with her again. As much fun as I'd had with others on my journey, none had truly compared to the passion Cynthia had inspired.

"I also said that you needed to have a full compliment of companions." Her voice was thready as she managed to recall the earlier conversation. "I didn't think we'd meet again until you challenged the Elite Four."

"Are you disappointed?" I barely touched the floss-thin straps of her shirt and they fell from her shoulders. The triangles that barely covered her nipples weren't enough to hold up her shirt. It slid down and became tangled, momentarily, with her hips before it fell to the ground around her high-heel shoes.

"No." Her reply was more a breath than even a whisper. My hands had found their way down her arms and now began to travel up the bare sides of her chest. I reached her breasts and slid my arms more fully around her. She leaned more fully against me as I hugged her closer and cupped her breasts. "God, no!"

Kisses weren't generally covered by adult rules. The battles were for sex, not necessarily intimacy. Still, I didn't think it misplaced to dip my lips and press against the side of her exposed neck. From the moan of pleasure it elicited, she wasn't about to complain over the slight breach of etiquette.

My fingers reached out to pinch her hard nipples. She squirmed as they rolled within my grip. Her hips ground against the solid form at my core. Her hands pressed against my arms but that was the only concession she made to her desire to move quicker. This was my game. I'd won the right, fair and square, to play her any way that I wanted.

I allowed one hand to continue to taunt and torment, squeeze and pinch, while the other slid down the soft skin of her stomach. I reached the tight material of her pants but refused to slip beneath. Over the last few months I had thought about little other than the way she had stolen my soul while she milked me.

The other women had been pleasant distractions, many fully capable of allowing me brief periods of blessed oblivion, but that had been it. Too soon after, her face once more began to haunt my dreams. I could remember only the way she'd toyed with me. The sunlight had glinted off of her blond lochs as she impaled her head on my manhood. Her weight had pressed her skull so deep around me that the memory was forever buried in my subconscious as the epitome of euphoria.

It was time to ensure that she could think of nothing but me.

There would be other men for her, I was sure. It was only fair. After she had show me divinity, she had sent me on my way. She had even given me my marching orders and further instructed those that I would meet to expand my lessons. She had given me to Gardinia to cure her of her own self-doubt but also to prove that I need not worry about monogamy.

When my hand sank between Cynthia's legs, I found the fabric already damp. There were no seams beneath the skin-tight material. Moist, it clung to her every contour and allowed me instant recognition of my target. My fingers flicked across the engorged bud and she nearly collapsed in my arms.

Cynthia's moans had taken on a semblance of words. Still inarticulate, they nevertheless conveyed her growing desperation. My hands worked in synchronicity. Each flick, each pinch, matched high and low. Every time I toyed with her body, her muscles twitched out of control.

I don't know if she forgot to try to submit to me or if she simply lost control in a small manner. Her hips began to roll forward in time with my play. Her body demanded more pressure. The soft, short, caresses were enough to madden her but not enough to bring her over the edge. She'd reached a plateau that was steps beyond the point of no return but levels below the heights she was desperate to attain.

I obliged her body. Her moans turned to gasps as my fingers began to press harder against her pearl. I swirled little circles to tease her hot need even further into the open. I drove against the nerves and muscles around it and felt her body spasm in time with each knot of pleasure I pressed.

"More!" The only word she could produce came out as a bark. It repeated in a litany of helpless demand every time my hand completed a circuit. Her breath shortened with each pass.

"Oh, God. Oh GOD!"

I had just enough warning to stop tormenting her nipple and tighten my arm around her chest. Her knees buckled beneath her and suddenly she was held aloft entirely by my strength. My fingers refused to relent, even as she flopped and twisted within my grasp. Her screams echoed across the fields as climax ripped through her body.

I had to dodge her head a couple of times when it snapped back, lost in the throws of passion. Her eyes were firmly shut and that perfect mouth dropped open. A torrent of sound burst forth. She sung her bliss with a choir of screams, moans, gasps and shrieks. Trapped within the firm embrace of my arms, she had no other release for the sensation that I built within her.

Cynthia wasn't the only one in need of release. Each sound she uttered flowed into my ears and plunged straight for my loins. Every twist and twitch of her body writhed against my own, trapped, lust. Every time her body clenched futilely at my fingers, fresh blood rushed to my over-full shaft.

It wasn't until her screams began to fade that I knew it was time. Eventually, the human body can become inured to even the strongest pains, or pleasures. She'd run out of energy to sustain the perpetual climax that had ridden her. Without fresh stimulus, she would soon succumb to that fatigue.

Carefully, I lowered Cynthia. As expected, her legs folded rather than support her weight. Her muscles had turned to jelly, her bones to mush. Her knees dug into the soft ground and only the thick bones of her thighs offered any substance. Already, her hips and back began to sag forward, held upright only by my embrace.

I guided her forward. She moaned gratefully when her face touched the cool, slightly damp, grass. I'd stopped the heavenly torment and now her body was comfortable enough that she could relax.

Her mind had tripped beyond true consciousness and remained obscured with the haze of lust. She didn't realize the position I'd settled her into. Aside from a flinch of aftershock, as the sopping, clinging, fabric pulled free of her blazing mound, she never noticed when I pulled her pants to rest at her knees.

A sound that could only be confusion, with maybe a hint of consternation mixed in, weakly escaped when she felt the hard tip of my length press against the entrance to her temple. She was comfortable. She was weak but she was safe. She didn't think she had the energy for any more ecstasy.

She was wrong.

Cynthia's eyes went from dreamy slits to wide saucers as I began to push my way inside her. Her head snapped up and a fresh scream of delight exploded from within her. Although unnecessary, she shouted fresh consent as I opened her up with my intrusion. 

God she was tight! Or maybe I was just so hard for her that I was bigger than I'd ever been. There was a reason that so many women had taken one look at me (usually that x-ray glance between my legs) and demanded an adult battle. All of that length slid across her lubricated flesh. All of that width fought her clenching muscles and pushed her wide.

Even without release, the feel was pure heaven. The way her hot, wet, body wrapped around me felt perfect. Her depths seemed to clutch at me, as if unsure whether to draw me deeper or expel me. A little too soon, I reached the limits of her body. Another half-inch remained before I sheathed myself fully within her.

I began to pull back out. Her screams had renewed in earnest. She lacked the strength to press her raised hips back against me. If not for the arm I continued to wrap around her, she probably would have collapsed forward entirely. Instead, I held her steady as I thrust forward once more.

The rhythm built quickly. Cynthia was already lost to the flights of her second, then third and fourth, orgasm. My own control began to waver. My hips objected to the governor I'd placed on them. The first time I sank all the way into her, flesh-to-flesh at the base of my shaft, there was pain in her scream. I was too far gone to truly notice. Fortunately, she was even farther and the pain blended seamlessly with the overwhelming sensations that wracked her body and transformed into only more bliss.

I pounded. She cried out. I thrust. She clutched at me. I buried myself and she begged me to finish. It was too much. Her please burst the unyielding pressure that built within me. Light blinded me. Molten lust surged from my tight core, burned its way up my manhood and exploded inside of her.

Somehow, I think we kept going despite my body's shuddering lack of control. Each of her screams was matched by a primal grunt from me. My own voice turned into snarls as the animal within my mind reached out to claim absolute ownership of the woman who consumed me so thoroughly. Each growl pushed me harder into her and my hands clawed at her hips.

Finally, I collapsed backwards. Without my hands to hold her, Cynthia fell to her stomach. Her arms sprawled wildly. Only the pants around her knees kept her legs from becoming similarly disjointed. Little mewls escaped from her occasionally, each time she managed to catch the slightest bit of breath.

I managed to bring myself together much quicker than she did. I glanced down to take stock of myself. I'd managed to remember to put one of the condoms on when I'd dropped my pants. Boxer-briefs seemed to be an unknown invention here, so I'd gone commando as I tended to more often than not these days.

The rubber had ballooned outward and dangled precariously near the tip of my length. Given that I'd only just begun to shrink once more, the combined forces of my thrusts and the sheer mass of my explosion had pulled it most of the way off. Good thing I'd put it on to begin with. With that much in there, I'd have filled her up so thoroughly that she'd still be leaking the next time she was fertile.

I carefully removed the prophylactic and cleaned myself. All the while, Cynthia continued to twitch and whimper through the aftershocks that still rode her body. It wasn't until I was clean and clothed once more that I realized she wasn't merely basking in the afterglow.

Cynthia couldn't move. She'd burned up so much energy with her orgasms that her eyes continually fluttered between closed and bare slits. Even the still-continuing twitches of her muscles lacked the power to actually move her body. She was helpless in a way I was sure she'd never been. She couldn't even moan out a command to call on a pokemon to protect her.

Carefully, I gathered her up in my arms. Always so full of life and vigor, she suddenly looked tiny to me. It was my fault. Even if her helplessness hadn't sparked the need to protect her, the pull within my chest demanded I care for her.

I put her down on the spread out sleeping bag by the guttering fire. A few sticks cured the flames so I could return to her. I gently pulled the sodden pants off and set all of her clothes by the fire to dry. They'd be a little crusty in the morning but at least they'd be warm.

Confident everything would be set for the rest of the night, I curled up behind her and pulled the bag over us. I could feel the shivers that her body attempted to warm her with but they lacked the strength that her aftershocks had. Soon enough, she was able to relax, the combined heat of the fire and my body working their magic.

I thought she'd finally fallen asleep when I began to drift off myself. I was surprised when I heard her mutter, right before she passed out.

"Try Pastoria city. The Jenny there should be more your speed." With that mumbled advice, she'd proved, no matter the claim she'd staked on my body and soul, or mine on hers, she was still willing to share.

With that thought blazing through my head and causing my heart to soar, I fell asleep curled against her.

Copyright December 2011, by Deathlynx 



Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 5



Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl

Episode 5: A Different Kind of Battle

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Although it was clear that Team Galactic was on the decline, I was glad to get out of Veilstone with my skin intact. Turns out, I made a wrong turn at Albuquerque. Or, rather, Solacea Town. Should have gone back south when I went north and then east. Fortunately, all paths eventually loop back around in the wonderful world of Sinnoh so I'd reach my goal of Pastoria eventually.

On the up side, I had yet to clear out the eastern gyms. Aside from Pastoria, my ultimate destination for the moment, there were also Veilston and Sunyshore to add to my collection. Veilstone had a particularly tough little girl at the helm. Thankfully, she used fighting type pokemon so between Poe and Lita I made short work of her, pulled in some decent cash and got my fifth badge.

The downside, Team Galactic's headquarters was also there. While I'd had some particular fun with a couple of the commanders of that organization, I quickly realized that I was not on the friends list of the ones I hadn't faced. Maybe they were jealous. Maybe they just didn't like the fact that I'd stopped them from getting the Moss Stone. Whatever the reason, I spent my time in the city dodging the grunts from the moment they realized I was around.

See, somehow, I was in the game but I didn't appear to be the protagonist. I'd heard rumors of a kid trainer wandering around defeating Team Galactic. I think it's because of him that I even made it out of the city alive. I was merely a nuisance. He was public enemy number one.

It didn't even bother me that I hadn't had time to visit the Game Corner. I'm notoriously unlucky with games of chance. I constantly roll ones. In card games I always manage to draw a hand fully of support cards, even if I only have just that many in my entire deck! Even in scrabble I tend to get stuck with all vowels.

Now, I was headed south and raring to take on my next challenge. Too bad I had no idea what I was in for.

"Mister, can I ask you a question."

I pulled up short on my bike. Gravel flew from the force of my stop but I'd made certain it would miss her by a wide margin. I'd noticed the young woman by the side of the path, of course, but never expected her to stop me.

"Sure?" I responded, a bit confused. I really wasn't certain what to make of her. We were far enough out of the city that it would be most of a day's trek back on foot. Which she was. And it didn't make any sense at all to travel in those clothes.

An evening gown is not exactly what I would call an adventuring outfit. The deep purple dress clung to her curvacious form. A slit up the front displayed an athletic and shapely leg perfectly. It also, I noted, ran high enough to suggest there wasn't a stitch of underwear beneath it. Similarly, the neckline plunged so low that it would have been impossible to hide a bra. How breasts roughly the size of cantaloupes managed to remain upright without the support baffled the laws of physics.

"Are you a pokemon coordinator, breeder or trainer?"

"Trainer." I replied simply. There wasn't a need to ask how she knew I was involved with pokemon, despite biking along at a decent speed. The red and white improbability machines stood out quite well on my black belt over a black pants and shirt. Even the black trench coat wouldn't hide them all that well.

The smile that crept across her face didn't make me feel all that comfortable. Usually, when women looked at me like a side of beef, in this world, it didn't make me nervous. There was something about her smile, however, that suggested she was a cat who had just found a particularly incapacitated mouse. I was a toy, prey, and lunch all in one.

"I think I'd like to challenge you to adult rules, then." She said with a definite purr in her voice.

I wasn't against the concept in the slightest. Things hadn't slowed down as my time in Sinnoh progressed. If anything, my steadily improving physique had ensured more challengers. Her look was a bit aggressive for my tastes, and her breasts certainly unnerving, but the way she batted her brown eyes helped to offset all that.

"Excuse me, but are you even old enough for adult rules?" It didn't happen often, but I had been challenged by women a little too young to be fair game. This young woman barely looked old enough but the outfit and attitude couldn't be taken for granted. In my own world, I'd known plenty more than enough jail-bate who looked far older when they dressed properly. Fortunately, Sinnoh didn't seem to have discovered fake IDs.

The glare she offered suggested that she was only barely of legal age, if that. Still, I must have made it perfectly clear that I was serious about my question because her hand slipped into the impossible bosom of the dress and came out with a trainer's card. I didn't recognize the name of the town it listed but that wasn't really important. Sally Mayfield was, indeed, eighteen years old. As expected, her birthday had only been a week-and-a-half before. I handed the card back and marveled that the dress didn't slip even an inch as she slid the card back against her breast.

"So, are you going to accept my challenge, or not?"

I wasn't sure, to be honest. She wasn't bad looking, even if she wasn't really my type. The real kicker, however, was that I'd noticed her ID listed her as a pokemon coordinator. Some of them were also considered trainers, but there were some who considered battling so gauche as to be beneath them. Her gown certainly suggested she was one of those.

"You want a battle?" I asked.

"Of sorts." She replied. The knowing grin strengthened as she continued. "Actually, I want to challenge you to an adult rules pokemon contest."

I couldn't help but raise one eyebrow. I knew what pokemon contests were. After all, they were introduced in Ruby and Sapphire, which I'd completed. What I didn't understand was how someone could possibly go about one out in the middle of nowhere. "Don't those require a judge, and maybe an audience?"

Pokemon coordinator Sally scoffed at me like only a teenage girl can. The answer should have been obvious to anyone with a brain, of course. She followed that up with a further scan down my body that implied that it was a good thing I had looks, because clearly no one would have any use for my intelligence.

"Look. We've both got pokegear. We each make a call to someone we trust, and they act as judges."

I nodded, purely to show I understood, as I thought about it. I had a long-disused degree in theater so I knew a thing or two about showmanship. I'd even noticed which of my pokemon's attacks seemed the most visually impressive. The question was, could I still stand up to someone who had likely trained all her life towards this goal?

I finally shrugged. It didn't really matter, one way or the other. My reputation as a trainer wouldn't be harmed in the slightest if it was revealed that I had little skill as a coordinator. Further, adult rules meant I wouldn't lose any money on it and since I wasn't abhorrent to the idea of a little fun with her, there really was no reason not to accept.

"Sure. I'm in." I finally agreed. I don't know how she managed it but her smug look grew even greater. She was certainly not someone I'd have ever shown an interest in developing a relationship with but my time in Sinnoh had long since cured me of my inabilities with one-night stands.

"Good. Then make your call. And try to get someone with a little taste?"

I fought not to roll my eyes. Taste was subjective. More than likely, if whoever I called didn't immediately gush over her performances, their taste would come into immediate question. It was fairly clear that she would likely contact someone who would do nothing but sing her praises.

Great. It hasn't even begun and I'm already at a disadvantage!

Even still, it left me the question of who to call. My pride demanded that I not just call some sycophant who will similarly sing my praises. I needed to call someone who might have a legitimate shot of calling this down the middle. And, yes, someone with a touch of class. The decision was pretty simple.

In moments, what would probably be considered the first ring for these devices, a familiar blond face popped up on the display of my pokegear. "Lynx! A pleasure! To what do I owe the honor? Looking for a rematch?"

I couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across my lips. I managed to school it quickly. All I needed was to remind myself that I should have called earlier and more frequently. Fortunately, Sally was busy with her own call and had likely missed it. 

"Hey, Cynthia. Sorry it's been a little while. I'll try to remember to call a bit more often." The smile that answered was worth everything to me. "Unfortunately, no. Not ready for a rematch yet. I still need to pick up another three badges before I can go after the Elite Four."

"Pshaw!" She immediately waved the comment away. "I think I could fit you in for a limited battle, even without the full compliment of badges."

She didn't suggest that we could get together without the need to battle. We were both too competitive for that. We could, of course, hang out for a while, and probably engage in some other fun, but in the end it would come down to a battle if for no other reason than to test our own progress as much as that of each other.

"I really do feel bad that I haven't called." I continued. "And, unfortunately, I have a kind of a favor to ask. If you have a few minutes, could you watch an impromptu pokemon contest and help to judge it?"

One of Cynthia's perfect eyebrows rose in surprise but she paused to think about my request. "Sure." She finally replied. "I have enough time to help out. Actually, it'll be kind of fun. I haven't judged in a while, but there was a rash of them when I first became champion. Everyone seemed to think that, as a woman involved with pokemon, I should be an ideal judge. Eventually, I'd gone to enough of them that they weren't wrong anymore."

I didn't have to ask her to judge it down the middle. Just as my own pride demanded I play fair, so, too, would hers. It was possible that she would couch her observations in a manner that wasn't too blunt for me but she would still tell it like it was. 

"Hey, mister." Sally called from her spot by the tree. "You got your judge ready?"

"Yeah. And, by the way, my name's Lynx."

Sally paused for a moment and gave me another once over. Apparently she liked the name. "Cool. Synch up the gears so that we can meet each other's judges and we'll be set."

In a moment, I saw Sally's judge, side-by-side on the screen next to Cynthia. I was rather surprised to notice she was quite a bit younger than Sally. Even more of a shock, she and Cynthia immediately seemed to recognize each other.

"Dawn. Good to see you again. Are you the other judge?"

"Sure. Sally and I were in a contest a little while ago and we exchanged numbers. If you're the other judge, I'm sure this is going to be a good contest."

My opponent, however, was staring alternately at her screen and at me. I might not recognize Dawn, but she clearly knew who Cynthia was. Worse, it was clear that she had the monopoly on jealousy.

"Sh...shall we begin?"

I shrugged and walked over to where Sally stood. "Sure. How many pokemon will this be?"

Sally thought about it for a moment and pulled out two pokeballs. "Doubles. Adds to the challenge."

I don't know much about contests, but this certainly seemed like an advanced concept to me. The young woman was definitely in a high class. I thought about it for a moment and pulled two of my own. "Jive, Lita, come on out!"

My gible and ralts were about the same size, which I hoped would make coordinating their moves a little easier. Visually, they made an interesting contrast. Jive is a dark, squat, shark-faced, bullet of a pokemon. Lita, on the other hand, is willowy white and feminine. I wasn't sure how I would combine their moves, but it should at least look interesting.

I didn't even need to pull out my pokedex when Sally called out her pair. I'd never seen either of them, either in my adventures or in the games I'd played, but both were recognizable as evolutions of pokemon I was familiar with; leafeon and mismagius.

"Do you mind, Dawn, if I declare the rules?" Cynthia asked from our pokegears.

"No. Go right ahead."

"All right. This contest will be held with two pokemon each. They will perform three combinations of moves that will be judged by Dawn and I. You may, of course, use the same combination multiple times, however your score will be penalized for lack of originality. The best two out of three will be victorious.

"Are there any questions?" We both indicated there weren't so Cynthia continued. "Then, as the challenger, Sally will go first."

"Team Mayfield, lucky leaf!" Great. Not only had they worked together long enough to have formulated an identity complete with a team name, but even her combinations had names.

Mismagius immediately broke into some form of chant that I didn't recognize. It was beautiful, I had to admit. Then, as the song began to build, leafeon began to shoot brightly colored glowing leaves in time to the music. I recognized magical leaf instantly. After all, it was an attack my ralts knew as well. The slow rate at which her leafeon shot them out, however, was impressive.

Too soon, it was my turn. My team and I didn't have the coordination for the kind of beauty Sally had produced. I figured the best shot I could have was to use raw strength to my advantage. After all, power has a beauty all its own.

"Lita, thunderbolt. Jive, flamethrower!" It was quite possibly the first combined attack even shown on the anime. When Pikachu and Charizard combined their strongest beam attacks, they blended together to form a vortex of electricity around a cone of fire. My two didn't quite get the synchronization at first, but it didn't take long to understand the concept and the attacks finally merged.

"Very nice, the both of you." Cynthia praised. "Good teamwork Sally. Lynx, it took a few moments for your pokemon to work in tandem but you did accomplish it."

"I think you have to give him some extra credit." Dawn admitted. "Neither of those moves are type advantage for those pokemon. In fact, neither are natural attacks. He had to have taught them those independently."

"Agreed." Cynthia said. She clearly had enjoyed the little peek into some of the moves my pokemon knew that had yet to be revealed to her. "Still, I think Sally won this round."

"I agree." Dawn conceded. "Next round? Sally, are you ready?"

Rather than answer directly, Sally gave the command for the next combination. "Team Mayfield, Shock Ball!"

This time, it was leafeon who initiated the combo. A green ball of energy formed in front of the sleek pokemon's mouth. After a second to build up it's size, it was launched directly ahead. Meanwhile, little yellow sparks began to jump across mismagius' body. After a moment, the ghost unleashed the stored charge in a wave of electricity that caught up its companion's attack and drove it forward and then into the sky to burst into a multicolored fireworks display.

It was a tough act to follow. I thought, for a second, and gave my next commands. "Jive, grab Lita's hands. Now, dragon rush!"

Although I hadn't specified a target, neither of the two were as simple as their first-stage evolutions gave the impression they should be. They might look like toddlers but they had battled along side me for a while now. Once they were paw-to-paw (or were hers considered flippers?) Jive took off straight forward. Once they reached the center of the path I gave him direction. "Jive, straight up!"

The shark-like pokemon tilted his head back. The energy that poured from the oblong nodes on either side of his head acted like jets and shot the entwined pokemon straight into the air. A slight spin occurred quite accidentally but, with the speed they were moving, it gave the two the appearance of a black and white helix.

I watched them ascend for a few seconds, long enough to allow the effect to sink in. Finally, I changed commands. "Jive, enough! Lita, giga impact!"

Lita's psychic powers sheathed the two with a blue glow. Although we occasionally trained one pokemon against the other, she realized that this wasn't a situation where I wanted either of them hurt. From nearly a hundred feet in the air, the power of her thoughts brought the two crashing back down to the ground with enough force to sink a crater right next to the road.

"Not a bad combo." Dawn conceded. Cynthia nodded as well but I already knew I'd lost. They were impressed, but not enough. "This is your first pokemon contest, isn't it?"

I nodded. This time, it was Cynthia who responded. "You did remarkably well, for your first time. Unfortunately, the third round won't be necessary as I believe we both must concede the match to Sally."

It took all of my theatrical ability not to blush when Cynthia purred out her compliment. The innuendo passed right over Dawn's head but it was clear Sally caught it. A raised eyebrow proved she now wondered what might have passed between the Sinnoh champion and I, but she didn't ask.

"Thank you both for helping to judge our impromptu contest." Sally said formally.

"No prob. I hope to challenge you once again soon. Especially now that I've seen how much better your teamwork has become." Dawn replied. She gave me a brief salutation and then signed off.

"Don't forget to call. We still need a rematch." Was all that Cynthia said before she vanished. The enigmatic comment brought another raised eyebrow from my now-former opponent but equally no follow up. Instead, we both quickly thanked our pokemon and recalled them.

I turned to Sally. This was something new for me. I had never lost an adult rules challenge. In truth, I hadn't lost a single battle in Sinnoh. I wasn't all that worried about what she might ask, however. After all, we hadn't stipulated anything unusual up front so it would have to be pretty vanilla. The only question was whether or not I'd end up getting off.

Before I could ponder too much, she immediately jumped to her demands. "I want you to pleasure me. You know, use your mouth. Maybe your fingers."

Suddenly, I was once more reminded of why I had initially asked to see her ID. During the contest she had seemed supremely confident. Now, however, it became clear exactly how little experience she had in some matters.

It wasn't the first time I'd thought how much of a shame it was that a woman hadn't been worshiped properly. Too many guys thought it nothing major to have a girl blow them. The thought that they might have to return the favor, however, was beyond consideration. Unfortunately, that mentality seemed to have extended over to the fairer sex and what should be a wondrous gift, either way, has become cheapened or vilified depending on which gender demands it.

I slowly began to walk towards her. I could see her shaking, slightly, with nerves. I suspected she'd had sex before but she might never have even had an orgasm that wasn't self-induced. There was no doubt in my mind that no guy she'd been with had bothered to spend the time on foreplay that would prepare her for one.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 5



There was a fire in my eyes. I've never minded going down on a woman. I revel in the control it gives me over her. After all, I quickly learn exactly what brings them the most pleasure and can leave them a quivering mass of nerves and useless muscles.

Sally saw the fire in my eyes and took an inadvertent, probably even subconscious, step backwards. I kept advancing, stalking my prey. This time, there was no question that she knew about her own retreat. After a couple of steps, her back hit a tree and froze her like the doe-eyed deer she appeared to be.

I placed my hands on the tree on either side of her head and leaned in. Her eyes remained wide and her body had begun to shiver even more fiercely. My smile widened as I leaned in, our mouths now only inches apart. "As you wish." I whispered.

"Wait!" I paused. I'd already begun to sink to the ground when I had to look up. Her terrified face was nicely framed between those overly-large breasts. A flicker of decision crossed her features before she firmed her resolve, if not her courage. "Under my gown."

I glanced down. I was pretty sure I understood what she wanted, despite the rather poor articulation of her desires. I sank the rest of the way to my knees and carefully lifted the slit so that no one else would be able to see as I slipped it around my body.

A faint bit of light filtered through the thin purple material. I was afforded a wonderful view of shapely, athletic, legs. The sight of her smooth lust, was even more inspiring. A little brown tuft of brown hair sat slightly above, well manicured into the shape of a heart. Otherwise, she had shaved herself to the same flawless complexion as the rest of her creamy flesh.

I knew what went through Sally's mind as she tugged the edge of the dress tighter around me. She explained to herself that hiding me under the gown would make everything easier for a random passer-by to ignore. The truth, however, was that it would attract attention to what I did without graphically displaying it. She was getting what so many women failed to attain from their cowardly boyfriends.

I didn't object. She had won fairly. Furthermore, if people did pass by, I wanted them to know that it wasn't a horrible thing to have to do. The music I intended to make her scream was only going to be one more proof of that fact.

I realized, as I brought my thumbs up to gently ply her open, it wouldn't even be as difficult as it might have been. Whether it was the thrill of the challenge, the way I'd stalked her, or simply the anticipation of what she wanted from me, Sally was already very sensitive. A tremor ran through her body from even that light contact.

I leaned forward, my face a fraction of an inch from her silky skin. I took a deep breath in through my nose to savor the delicious aroma of her desire. Even in the low light beneath her gown, it was impossible not to notice how moist she'd already become. The scent was so sweet it was all I could do not to plunge forward and devour her that instant. It would have been too quick and not fitting of what her first time should be.

Sally was even more sensitive than I had anticipated. The muscles of her stomach tightened at the feather-light caress of my inhalation. She moaned slightly. I could sense, more than actually feel or see, her hands as she reached around the sides of the tree to grip the trunk.

I leaned forward the last gap and placed a single kiss on the tender flesh that defined where her legs ended and her groin began. Her moan grew and I could actually hear the rasp of her nails as they bit into the bark of the tree. Her hips tried vainly to roll her in line with my mouth but my grip kept her firmly in place.

I placed another kiss on her, this time on the other side. What had begun as a slight dampness now began to visibly trickle down her bare leg. Even being slow and careful, I knew it wouldn't take long for her. As loser, I only had to give her the minimum she asked for. She only had to get off but I wanted her to really remember it!

"Oh God!" Sally's entire body seized with nothing more than a delicate kiss on her exposed bud. I plucked at it, once, with my lips and her body began to tremble. I'd never met a woman who was this close before. I backed off slightly to readjust.

Her legs opened, with the grace of a dancer, with just a little prodding of my hands. I slid my arms between her legs, around her butt, and clutched her hips. Sally squeaked slightly as I took her weight but quickly adjusted her legs to dangle down my back. I don't think she'd ever truly experienced an orgasm before and hadn't thought about the way her knees would buckle. I had, and I did.

My head shifted forward once more. My tongue crept out and slid between her soaked lips. The taste was even more wonderful than the scent had been. I luxuriated in the sweet cream. The tip of my tongue pushed a little deeper before I backed off and ran my way up to her buzzing pearl.

Sally instantly began to whimper. Her legs tightened around my back. I reached my fingers around to spread her open to me once more and began to probe her sensitive bud in earnest. My tongue tested little circles around the base. I flicked across the tip. I drove across and up, pressing against her body.

Each new sensation caused a fresh spate of sound to issue forth. With so many new experiences, assaulting her overwhelmed body one after the other, I could tell Sally had no way to express which she enjoyed the most. With years of experience, however, I could read the reactions of her body. I noted what worked the best for quick amplification and what would build her more slowly. It didn't really matter now, but there was always the possibility that I'd grant a repeat performance, either later that evening or at some future point.

With each new experiment, Sally's legs inched a little higher. I knew I'd hit the right spot when they suddenly crossed behind my head and pulled me tight against her. Unseen, her hands flew upwards, probably to grip the tree by her head. Her body bucked, hard, against me. The most delicious scream yet erupted from her.

Her hips began to buck wildly against my face. It made it much more difficult to hit the right spots, much less at any appreciable rhythm. Of course, at that point, it no longer mattered. Flick the tongue, gouge a little, I didn't even worry about digging my chin against her.

Sally writhed, trapped between the inexorable pleasure she never could have anticipated and the unyielding strength of the tree. Her screams began to falter as she began to hyperventilate. I knew it was time to stop but her legs held me tight and all of her squirming caused her to rub mercilessly against me. To make certain I could not stop her if I wanted, her hands dropped and pressed against my head through the fabric of her dress.

There was only one way for this to end. My cheeks puffed out with a smile as I realized it. My tongue retreated and my mouth sealed around her precious bud. A light suck and the petals unfurled to present me with the very focus of her torment.

The screams stopped abruptly. Her body froze. Even without experience, her entire being seemed to suddenly realize she had only thought she was in heaven before. With my slight action she found herself on the true precipice of the abyss. Her every nerve, every muscle, paused in fear and anticipation of what I would do to the fully exposed lust.

I didn't so much as tip her over the edge as crash into her like a freight train. My teeth clamped carefully down, to hold the protective hood back. I sucked her deeper in. My tongue ground and swirled against her. All at the same instant.

For a moment, the pressure on the back of my head increased exponentially. Then, with a scream of euphoria so loud it hurt my ears, covered as they were by her thighs, her back arched. Her body bucked a couple of times as the single scream continued on and on. Finally, as the sound tapered off, her entire body collapsed into dead weight in my arms.

Slowly, carefully, I lowered Sally to the ground. I couldn't help it, I poked at her nub once or twice with my tongue. Each time, her body twitched and a short yelp were my reward. I finally pulled my head free of her gown and looked at what I had wrought.

Somehow, impossibly, despite all of the sudden and uncontrolled twists of her body, her top remained securely in place. All four limbs lay scattered on the ground at odd angles that didn't look too uncomfortable. Best still was the dazed look of wonder on her face. As with the uncertainty before I started, the amazing expression made her look much younger and more innocent.

I knelt by her side and simply watched her. She might not have been entirely helpless, but if someone came along at that moment she wouldn't have much to fight with. Besides, although I'd completed my promise in defeat, I wasn't certain if I should simply go on my way or whether she would want to have a meal with me.

Funny, in the real world you gotta feed them before you get them in bed. Here, if you're lucky you get a meal afterward.

Awkwardly, Sally's hand found mine in my lap and gripped. "How...you...I didn't even know that was possible!" I chuckled. Thankfully, it came out amused and not arrogant or demeaning or anything.

"I'm serious!" She sounded so naive and sincere. "I've...you know...myself before but it's never been even a quarter of that."

I felt a little sorry for her. It shouldn't have taken a complete stranger for her to have experienced her first, real orgasm. Guys have it easy, in that respect. Not only is it much less difficult to actually get us to finish, but it's far more socially acceptable for a guy to get off without the woman finishing than the other way around. Of course, we simply don't have the levels of pleasure women seem to have, so I'm never sure how fair a trade it is.

"Truthfully, it never is. Our bodies kinda stop us before we really get going." I admitted to her. "Short of strapping yourself to a toy that doesn't stop, you really need someone else to do that for you. Even then, a toy doesn't have the ability to adjust to what works the best."

"I...you didn't..." Sally's face turned red. Given the amount of flesh displayed by her gown, I could confirm that her entire body blushed. Without getting it under control, she still managed to sort out the thought. "I want to do something for you."

I shook my head with a gentle smile. "You don't have to. I lost, fair and square. I'm just glad I was able to let you experience that once. Now you know, maybe you won't let some guys just take advantage and be thinking it's you that's broken. They're just not doing it right."

"No." She objected. "I want to do something for you. I know you could probably have just done a little and...well, you know...but you didn't. It was amazing. Incredible. Beyond words! And, besides, I know it turned you on."

I hadn't really thought much about the fact of where her hand was. She'd clutched mine as a form of contact between two human beings. It hadn't dawned on me that our hands were entangled in my lap. Or the fact that I had a raging hard-on vicariously from the sense of her pleasure. One that she could feel through my jeans.

I'm sure I blushed. I tried to object, again, but she managed to pull herself to her side, resting on her elbow while she held my hands in place. "No." She said, simply. "You lost. We're not done yet."

I could have argued. Technically, if she'd wanted more from me than to just pleasure her she should have stated it right after the contest, before we'd started anything. Who's kidding who, though? Going down on her had turned me on! And, as I'd just admitted to her, masturbation simply wasn't the same thing. I didn't care if she just jerked me off, it'd be better than if I did it myself. And I would have had to, later, if she hadn't offered.

Sally hadn't let go of my hands, so I just sat there while her free hand reached over and plucked at my belt, button and zipper. Her hand still shook a little as an aftereffect of her own climax. That's what I attribute the difficulty she had with such a simple task, though there might have been a little inexperience mixed in as well.

When she tried to reach in, I finally took action. Since I was sitting on my heels, the position would have made it difficult to maneuver me around both my pants and the boxer-briefs I'd actually worn that day. I shifted to purely kneeling and pulled my hands from hers. I worked the pants down to my ankles, ready to do more if she needed it.

A light tug against my inner thigh was all the direction I got. I sidled closer. She pushed again and I moved until I was touching her body. I was more than close enough that she could comfortably use her hands (even her mouth if I was exceedingly lucky) without much effort on her part. To my surprise, she rolled onto her back and weakly pulled at the inside of my thigh once more.

Her legs were still closed, so I figured she didn't want sex. I knew, although she might not, that she was still close enough to her previous orgasm that it would have been quick work to get her back there. Still, she clearly had something in mind and I hoped some future boyfriend would be the one to show her the wonder of how high she could really get if she made love after being pleasured.

I was somewhat confused by the request but lifted my leg and straddled her. She smiled a bit nervously but, whatever she had in mind, she was clearly far more experienced with this than she had been being pleasured. My pants pressed down on her just below her hips and the shudder I felt go through her made me wonder if she was a fan of bondage.

Wasn't my place, however. I had no intention of forming a relationship with her. Sure, I wondered what it would be like to screw her insensible. A fantasy of tying her to a bed so I could pleasure her and fuck her flitted through my brain. But we were on different paths. Hell, I didn't know anything about her, really. These were just the idle musings of my hormones and I understood it.

Both of Sally's hands wrapped around the long solid shaft that hovered above her chest. My head tipped back and eyes narrowed in pleasure when she drew her hands towards the tip. The nervousness left her eyes as she discovered the power she had over me in that moment.

Rather than continue, she pulled straight down. She wasn't experienced enough to realize how much that could hurt when a guy was as hard as I already was. It accomplished her goal, however, and my knees slid outward to lower my body and relieve the pain I managed to keep from my expression.

I all but sat on her stomach. Her arms squashed her breasts as her hands inexpertly guided me forward slightly. It wasn't until she released her grip that I finally understood what she intended. I was now nestled between those overly-large breasts, cupped by the valley of her cleavage.

My head drifted back once more as the warmth of her body closed around my length. She used her hands to press her breasts together and then began to rock back and forth. Mostly, her soft flesh glided across my sensitive shaft but occasionally it caught me and dragged my own skin over the tip. The plunging neck of her silken gown constantly tickled my demanding balls and drove me quicker towards need.

My breathing began to quicken in time with her pace. Pressure built between my legs but that was it. I'd never done this before and, aside from the pillowy soft warmth, it wasn't that much different from a hand-job. There wasn't the meticulous buildup of electricity across my nerves of foreplay or the maddening moisture of sex or a blow-job.

It shouldn't have surprised me that she wasn't inexperienced with this. With breasts as big as hers, virtually every guy in her school had probably fantasized about it. Every boyfriend she'd ever had would have tried to talk her into it. When she spit, to ensure I didn't chafe, she proved she'd gotten very good with practice.

My legs began to tremble, made worse by how little mobility they had. My knees were as wide as I could comfortably spread them and my ankles were practically locked together. Quickly, even my stomach shivered with the effort of holding myself up despite the professional ministrations.

It was all too much. The pressure built quickly and teetered on the edge of explosion. I tried to stutter out some kind of warning. When she only worked faster, I added an admonition about her dress. I meant that it would get messy, Lewinsky-style, but was less than articulate. My eyes refused to open more than slits but it was enough to see that triumphant, confident, grin she'd used when she first called me to stop my bike. I was, once more, her toy, her prey, and, yes, her lunch as well.

My hips thrust forward as the explosion finally came. Much of my seed clung to her cleavage but some snuck out and shot up her neck and onto her face. Her delicate tongue crept out to taste what she could reach. My body noticed the intentionally suggestive maneuver and went into overdrive, even as she continued to rock back and forth with me trapped between her breasts.

My stomach gave out after half-a-minute of constant pleasure. I toppled forward and only managed to get my hands out in time to avoid completely crushing the young woman. A pro, she didn't even miss a beat. Her body continued to rock. The only difference was that I could now feel the seemingly unending stream of lust begin to coat my body as well as hers.

I lost track of time in a way I never could masturbating and rarely did except with a woman's mouth around me. She stopped, at some point, but the insanity continued because she proceeded to meticulously lick me clean. That only prompted a second explosion which required even further cleaning.

When I came back to myself, there wasn't any sign on my body that she'd caused me to loose over myself. Ample evidence remained on her. I lay on my back and she lay on her side, once more propped up on on elbow. Thick white lust coated most of her face that wasn't within striking distance of her tongue. Dribbles of it continued to run down her neck and chest. She only bothered to catch them with a napkin before they reached the delicate material of her gown.

She wanted me to see what I'd done to her. What she'd made me do! Her feral grin responded to the pulse of life in my limp body. The sight wasn't enough to revive me, but it left me wanting more. Turnabout was fair play. I figured she probably wanted more of what else I'd given her.

"Thank you." She said. "It's been fun. But, now, I think I need to get back to my town and make damn sure the boys there know it's not going to be the same anymore. They want what I have to offer, they're going to show me what they've got."

And, with that and a wink, she was gone and I was left, naked and senseless on the ground.

Copyright December 2011, by Deathlynx



Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 6



Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl

Episode: Officer Jenny's Request

Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!

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"Arcanine, nooooooo!"

Only a little farther and I'd finally reach Hotel Grand Lake. I anticipated I would reach it by nightfall if I continued straight on. The shouted plea stopped me in my tracks. Any delay and they might be closed and I'd be unable to spend the night. Given that I had no pressing schedule conflicts, it didn't matter whether my planned week of R&R started tonight or tomorrow morning, but I really had hoped to make it that night.

After however long I'd been trapped in Sinnoh, I was looking forward to a nice break. Don't get me wrong, there's plenty to be said for life in a world where machines routinely ignore the laws of physics and animals manage to convey soliloquies with nothing more than the handful of syllables in their names. Still, what the game doesn't bother to mention is that you spend the better part of a couple of years wandering around on foot (or in my case by bicycle) and more often than not camping under the stars.

I love camping, but there's much to be said for a bed with a mattress from time to time. Even when you can bum a room at a pokemon center, they usually have basic cots that would do the army proud. They're cheap, they're portable, they're relatively easy to clean, and did I mention they're cheap?

With the money I'd saved up along the way, I was looking forward to a nice week of pampered existence. If there happened to be some trainers present who wished to partake in a little adult rules action, so much the better. I couldn't tell you the last time I'd actually had sex in, you know, a bed!!!

Unfortunately, my honor prevented me from simply dismissing the plight that the shout implied. Sure, the voice had been female but I wouldn't have been able to resist any more if it had been a male. I might not have become the protagonist of Sinnoh, like Ash or whoever from the game, but I'm still a do-gooder at heart.

Resigned to another night on the cold hard ground, I rushed around the corner of the path. The first thing I saw was the tiger-striped orange mutt who was the subject of the woman's lament. The poor fire-type dog had clearly been on the losing end of a battle. Slung low to the ground and crawling meekly backwards, it displayed every evidence of submission to whatever pokemon had recently defeated it.

See, that's why I'm a cat person. You pick on a dog and it's ingrained in their genetics to bow down to you thereafter. Pick on a cat and they'll glare at you and stalk off with as much dignity as they can afford (which is usually a lot). Thereafter, you'd better watch your back because you can be certain that the cat's plotting your inevitable downfall. In and among it's obligatory schemes for world domination, of course.

The woman who slid to a stop beside the poor pokemon wasn't much of a surprise. I'd recognized her voice the instant I heard it. After nearly a decade in existence, Pokemon had very few recurring characters that had been around since the beginning. Not only was Officer Jenny's voice recognizable, but there weren't that many arcanine, or even growlithe, wandering around Sinnoh.

The officer knelt next to her downed pokemon and cradled it in her lap.

I admit it. I had a Brock moment. There was no antagonistic pokemon in sight, nothing that needed defeating right that moment. That meant there was nothing to distract me from the sight of her. I couldn't help but wish she'd lean forward just a little more. The way she sat on her heels, with her back to me, meant that her already short skirt had ridden up almost high enough that I could see her underwear. If only she'd had a tiny growlithe, instead of the gigantic arcanine, she'd have had to shift her weight farther in order to comfort her pokemon.

I don't think I made any kind of noise. After all, I was just standing there, bug-eyed and staring, with my jaw dropped. Maybe the drool plopped on the ground or something. Whatever it was, her head suddenly whipped around and hard brown eyes narrowed as the focused unerringly on me.

In a flash, she was standing and facing me. She gripped her pokeball as a police officer in my world would have held the handle of a holstered firearm. Too bad the pokemon, that instinct demanded she be ready to call on, remained nearly unconscious on the ground behind her. Kind of ruined the effect.

Not wanting to have her on edge, I held my empty hands up in front of myself in a placating gesture. I kept my tone in a soothing lull, trained by years in theater. "I heard your shout. I came to see if anyone was in trouble and needed help." I didn't want to point out that I had nothing to fear from her at that moment. Her own instincts would have left her embarrassed and that's never a good way to start off with a cop.

Officer Jenny didn't so much relax as she deflated. Her hand dropped from the pokeball on her belt and she dropped to her knees. Still without realizing the futility of gripping her pokeball, she sagged against the huge fuzzy form of her companion. Her chin drooped and her shoulders sagged. "No. Everything's fine here. All under control."

The tone of her voice gave truth to the lies her automatic responses told. I crossed to her and squatted just out of reach. Again, better not to set off any defenses. "Are you, by any chance, Officer Jenny from Pastoria?"

She glanced up. Those big brown eyes worked wonderfully through the blinds of her lashes. Only Brock seemed to be able to tell any of them apart. I certainly couldn't. Still, Hotel Grand Lake wasn't that far from Pastoria. It wasn't unreasonable to suspect her area of responsibility included as far out as this.

"I am. And you are...?"

I wasn't sure how to feel. For months and months, I'd been on a personal mission to find this woman. I'd nearly challenged her cousin to an adult rules battle. After all, she and Nurse Joy were the two staples of the anime. Only the timely intervention of Cynthia had prevented me from making a fool of myself by hitting on a lesbian.

Still, it was one thing to blindly think "gee! I'm in a world of pokemon, where winning battles can lead to a fabulous night of sex, might as well get my kicks with the famous and beautiful Officer Jenny". It was completely another to look into those disparaged brown eyes and be excited about the prospect of an adult rules battle. I'd beaten the pokemon league champion twice (albeit not in full six-on-six battles), there was little doubt I'd be able to wipe out Officer Jenny's arcanine even if it was at its freshest.

"Uh...Lynx." I stumbled on my answer. "Actually, Cynthia suggested I seek you out for a battle."

A single green eyebrow raised at the revelation. Her head tilted up slightly and she gave me a more measured appraisal. Not only had I just off-handedly dropped the name of the champion but there weren't all that many reasons to go traipsing all over Sinnoh in search of one particular police officer.

"Is that so? And why, pray tell, would she send you out to find me?" The sarcasm that dripped from her tone did much to restore the impression of confidence that Officer Jenny always exuded in the show. 



Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 6



She did. Her one-two punch combination slammed heavily into the walking tree and staggered it back. I was impressed that the attack didn't knock it out entirely. It spoke well for its level that it could take such a powerful strike, particularly when it was at a type disadvantage to a strike that was my own pokemon's type.

The descending hammer blow clipped Rayna's shoulder and knocked her down to the ground. She skidded a few feet but bounced back up into a fighting stance once more. That was my girl! A born brawler, she'd only get tougher when she evolved. "Rayna, metal claw!"

The abomasnow wasn't willing to let her get in close a second time. Both its paws flew out in front of it, to point at my gal. Dagger-sized shards of ice began to shoot out of nowhere directly at my beleaguered pokemon. "Abomaaaaaaaaaa-snow!" Although gravely and rough, there was enough pitch to the call that I realized this was a chick fight.

Rayna managed to block some of them with the improbably transformed steel paws of hers, but some still got through to damage her. I winced in sympathy but she struggled in to close range. Her arms flashed in the light and swiped at the bigger pokemon. Although the abomasnow staggered, she remained standing. Very impressive! Though it was clear there was little fight left to her.

I pulled out a pokeball and glanced at it. I didn't have any more left. I'd never bought any more and had only picked up enough to fill out a party. After all, I didn't have a computer account here, so I wasn't certain any excess I caught would be transferred where I could get them.

The abomasnow would be the perfect completion to my party. There wasn't any doubt that I wanted to capture it. What I didn't know was whether or not she was now weak enough to stay caught. In the game, if you failed to catch a pokemon you lost the pokeball. The show had never really dealt with it, since they didn't inventory the characters' gear. I might only have one shot at this.

My arm reared back even before I realized I'd made my decision. It was awkward to throw, around the woman pressed against my body, but the ball flew true and reeled in the giant pokemon with its ubiquitous red energy. I held my breath as the pokeball rocked a few times. Finally, the red light came on and I sighed my relief. I'd caught an abomasnow!

I looked down to see how Jenny was doing. In the heat of the battle, I hadn't noticed that she'd stopped shivering. That didn't mean she'd backed off any, however. I also hadn't noticed that her arms had snuck out from between us to circle my chest. Now, only her soft body pressed against me.

The mask had slipped and I could see the emotions behind her thoughts. Unfortunately, the concern and nerves I saw there didn't help. I'd fulfilled my end of the bargain and it would quickly come time to discover what I would ask of her.

Time. That was something else I suddenly noticed. It was slipping closer and closer to dusk. Might be able to kill two birds with one stone. "Hey. I'd planned to get a room at the Hotel Grand Lake. Unfortunately, I don't know if they stop taking reservations at some point. You think you could accompany me and put in a good word to get a room?"

Jenny nodded, uncertain. I'd delayed the revelation for a little while, which would probably hang over her like a Sword of Damocles, but at the same time it meant I'd have an actual room, and bed! With the thought of bondage in mind, I couldn't imagine very many people who wouldn't prefer somewhere comfortable to being tied to a tree.

I collected my two newest pokemon and was surprised when she offered me a ride on her bike. Not a bicycle, like mine, and actual motorcycle. And, from what I could tell, it was a beauty as well. I gratefully accepted, shrunk my miraculous bike to fit in the pocket of my backpack, and carefully slid on behind her. Her body held a relaxed tension when I slid my arms around her waist and leaned against her. The way she leaned back, slightly, suggested she appreciated the sensation.

The hotel was still open and accepting customers. When I got a room, they offered to send someone along to show me where it was with only the briefest glance at my credit rating. Apparently I was doing a lot better than I thought. Jenny waved the staff off and informed them she would act as my guide.

Jenny closed the door with her back and slid the latch closed without even looking at it. I thought that might have been the answer to my question, until I turned around and saw the stark fear written on her expression. The time had come and she now dreaded my choice more than she anticipated the possibility that I might figure it out.

That settled it. "I'd like you to tie me up and have your way with me."

Her eyes widened in shock and her body tensed. For a moment I thought I'd chosen wrong. I couldn't imagine a submissive being so nervous about being asked to tie someone else up. Maybe they'd fear they'd be a letdown, without the temperament to dish out what they preferred to receive, but not this level of fear.

Officer Jenny is never anything but decisive, however. It took only a moment for her mind to grapple with the unexpected. When it did, a feral grin broke out across her face. She strode purposely forward and grabbed my wrist.

I don't know how she spun me around. One moment I faced her and the next my arm was behind my back as she pushed me towards the bed. Conscious of the stipulations of our agreement, it didn't hurt but there was no question that I couldn't do anything but move where she directed me.

I thought she might at least let go so I could climb onto the bed. Once more my mind was left in the dust. With a practiced twist that would have put a judo master to shame, I flew threw the air and landed on my back. My arm jerked upwards and a ratchet and click pronounced my hand thoroughly captured.

My pulse, already quick, raced as she slowly climbed onto the bed. I don't think I reached out for her but somehow she caught my hand halfway between us. When she lifted her leg to straddle me, she planted my wrist firmly between her leg and my thigh. I was thoroughly trapped and hadn't had a chance to do anything about it.

The view was incredible! With her legs spread wide enough to accommodate my thick body, her short skirt had ridden up to the point where I could almost see her panties. Her assured posture excited me and emphasized her impressive physique. She casually twirled a second pair of handcuffs on the end of one finger with her other hand planted firmly on her hip.

"You have the right to be as loud as you want." She said with a smirk. "You have the right to enjoy yourself. You have the right to scream my name and plead for mercy. Unfortunately for you, I have none and will ensure that you cum hard and often. If you do not understand these rights, tough shit! You will in a few hours."

My cock jumped with each pronouncement. When she finished reading me my, somewhat unorthodox, rights she reached down to free my captive hand. The cuff slipped professionally around my wrist and my hand was dragged up to the head of the bed. Another quick motion later and I was well and truly stuck to the bed.

Jenny hadn't been idle, even while she secured my hand. The soft crevasse between her legs had begun to shift forward and back over the rapidly growing lump in my pants. I couldn't feel anything but the coarsest sensations, through the layers of clothing, but it was enough to elicit a gasp from me. Of course, the fact that her actions had caused her skirt to ride up that last inch, and reveal a peek of simple white cotton panties, didn't hurt either.

Her hands proved as deft at undoing my pants as they had been subduing my wrists. With a sharp jerk, pants and boxers suddenly found themselves tangled at my ankles. Jenny stood at the foot of the bed and admired the throbbing pole that stood at attention for her. Her smile grew and she cinched her tight skirt up around her waist before she prowled back onto the bed.

It didn't matter that my feet weren't bound. A man might need to tie a woman's legs open but it works easier if a man's are closed. Besides, her weight, as she slowly straddled higher up my body, was more than effective enough to keep me pinned. The fact that my clothing felt like I was bound only aided my sense of helplessness.

Jenny's hands twitched towards my shaft even before she got to it. After a moment, she gave in to the urge and her warm hands closed around the solid length. She luxuriated in a single drawn-out stroke before her body finally caught up to her hands. Her eyes half closed with a swoon when she pressed my cock against her underwear.

I couldn't help it! The sight of my dark, Mediterranean, flesh nuzzled against that cushiony chevron of pristine white fabric almost undid me right then and there. I was surrounded by the warmth of her crotch and the firm grasp of her fingers. I wanted to close my eyes, to hold back the rushing desire, but couldn't take my eyes from the heavenly sight.

She had other ideas. She began a torturously slow stroke that caused my balls to rub the soft fabric where it vanished between her luscious thighs. I whimpered. She pulled serenely and carefully and let the sensitive ridge trail against her underwear as her hands retreated back down. I warned her to stop (who'm I kidding, I begged), certain of how close I was. I didn't want our time together to be so short.

I should have known she wasn't the type to honor the letter of the contract and not the spirit. She'd flat out told me it wasn't going to be that simple! I'd picked up on her fantasy and she had every intention of making it last as long as she possibly could.

Jenny took one hand off of me and began to stroke more insistently with the other. I groaned as I felt the pressure build and my body flare, on the edge of orgasm. She slipped her free hand under the bunched up skirt and plucked it forward, free of her body, just as I felt the fevered seed race the length of my shaft.

My voice rang through the rented cottage. Opal lust shot upward. She refused to slow her ministrations as more and more of my cum launched itself on her. The first load hit her bellybutton and began to drip even as more and more coated her muscular stomach. Some hit her skirt and blouse but her attention made certain every last drop remained on the inside. Only the small amount that seeped out, or dripped down, onto her panties would be visible from the outside, and even then only if her skirt was up. 

An interminable while later, after which she'd already coaxed me into giggling like a school-girl over the unbearable sensations she refused to relent, she finally slowed to a stop. She let go of me and crawled back to the end of the bed. Where she proceeded to straighten out her clothes and prove she could rush out the door that minute and be free of signs of her activities. The knowledge that my cum could mark her, even as she went about her duties, caused my now-flaccid form to stir slightly.

"Very good." She approved. She hiked the skirt back up and a simple knot, made of the tails of the unbuttoned bottom of her shirt, held it firmly in place. She unbuttoned one side of the lighter blue triangle and allowed it to drape open slightly. Through the crack I could see a hint of white cotton mounds. "Now, let's see how quickly I can coax you back to life."

I didn't favor her chances. She was beautiful, but even lingerie couldn't do much to revive me that quickly after sex. It didn't matter to my body that we hadn't actually had sex, but the end result was the same. Even the sensual, cat-like, way she pulled herself back onto the bed had little effect.

Her brown eyes were locked on mine. The glint in them dared me to look away. My limp dick sagged right between our joined gazes making us both acutely aware of how close she was. The breath I'd only just managed to even out caught in my throat when her jaw dropped open without the slightest other indication that she could judge the relative distance.

Of course she knew. Her focus never dropped from my eyes but her lower lip curled to scoop up the tip of my soft form. Her upper lip instantly followed suit. I groaned when suction alone drew my shrunken length entirely into her mouth.

Just the visual was enough to cause a pulse of satisfaction. The "o" of her mouth continued onward to press firmly against my groin. Another pulse and her mouth tightened around me as the corners of her lips curled upward, slightly, in a smile.

Jenny's tongue began to circle and caress me. She sucked harder and pulled her head up slightly. My breath became ragged and my body finally acquiesced and began to pump blood back downward. Her thumbs ran up the inside of my thighs, caused my balls to shift and tighten, until they reached the top of my thighs where her hands clenched and pressed my hips firmly against the bed.

Her hat fell off and her green hair began to tickle in time with the bob of her head. The feel of my shaft growing incessantly inside her mouth was beyond description. The moist warmth got tighter and tighter with each beat of my heart. My tip pressed deeper every second until I thought I might explode. The sentiment very nearly became a reality when I pierced her throat and felt her gag reflex throbbing around me.

Her head jerked back, almost too late for either of us. I was already so close it hurt. The slight break, as she tried to regain control of her body, pulled me back enough I didn't fear I might cum the moment she touched me. She pulled herself upright and I felt a jerk of sheer excitement at the sight of the glisten of white that frosted all of her exposed flesh beneath the skirt. Stains had already begun to form on those once-pristine panties.

"Haven't known a man yet that couldn't be resurrected with a kiss." She said with a gleam in her eye that most assuredly would have revived me equally well. She sensuously licked her lips with a wistful look. "You know, I had to force myself to stop, gag reflex or no. You didn't leave much on yourself last time and one little taste just didn't seem enough. There'll be time enough for that later, though."

This time, my already turgid cock did jump in response. My arms strained as my body tried to get closer to her. She crept an inch at a time. Her knees held my legs together and those stained cotton panties and sticky waist moved torturously slowly. Finally, she snuggled me against her plush body and I groaned in anticipation. Officer Jenny clucked her tongue.

"You do realize that I'm not as close as you are, don't you?" I blinked up at her, unable to comprehend. Her grin spread wider. "The way you're tied up turns me on. Yes, even sucking you off gets me more than a little wet. But it's not going to be so easy to get me to cum, my dear Lynx."

My breath began to shorten as the full implications dawned on me. Her grin practically split her face and she decided to spell it out despite my growing awareness. "I'm going to ride you until I cum, and cum hard! Meanwhile, I expect you're going to finish almost instantly, but there won't be any relief until I'm done."

I was so focused on that beautiful soft "v" that framed me that I didn't notice her hand move down to my ankles. Heck, I wouldn't have even noticed she'd leaned back if not for the way it snugged me closer to the slight valley in her underwear that so consumed my thoughts. All I could manage beyond base desire was to wonder how she'd manage to get rid of the offensive panties without letting me up.

Of course a cop would have noticed the almost imperceptible bulge of the utility knife in my pocket. Conscious of my riveted attention, she brought it down right above the band of her underwear to unfold the blade. She was an officer of the law. Not for a moment did it cross my mind the damage she could do with it there. All I could think of was that her panties were already ruined. She lifted herself up and very carefully cut a slit down the center that revealed everything from her clit on back. She tossed the knife aside after meticulously folding it closed once more.

I couldn't speak. I couldn't even think. All I could focus on were those glistening pink lips and the purple rigid tip of my lust. She leaned back, her weight mostly on hands planted behind her and lifted her hips. My body shuddered against the restraints.

Her supple lips parted as they tickled up the underside of my shaft. It pulsed with my need, too close to climax already. Jenny saw, and felt, my reaction and changed her mind. Rather than shift her hips and pierce herself with my length, she began to rock up and down. She meant what she said. I was going to cum hard! The only difference was that she now intended me to start before she rode me.

Not that I was the only one getting turned on by it. Each pass, up and down, rubbed her enflamed mound against my solid shaft. Better still, every time she slid down, my tip caught against the edge of the slit she'd cut in the fabric, drove me between her underwear and the soft curls of her hair, and pressed me more firmly against her lust.

My arms yanked against the confines of the handcuffs. Need finally overwhelmed me and I could feel an even larger explosion than the first rise up. Once, then twice, more she ground against me and then I felt the burning pressure burst.

Her hips, on an upstroke, quickly slid back down to catch me within her already-ruined panties. A soul-deep groan ripped from her and almost overpowered my gasps and moans. I felt my cum launch and immediately become tangled between the fabric and her unshaved crotch.

Jenny's hips pumped up and down much more quickly. She kept these strokes shallow in order to keep me trapped and milk more of my opal lust directly onto her flesh. She managed to balance herself on a single hand in order to release the other to rub the mess more firmly against her. The sordid attention only muddled my foggy thoughts further.

Even though I couldn't think, through the unbearable pleasure she continued to force upon me, she proved her earlier threats. What little thought I could manage believed she'd simply missed a stroke, when her hips lifted far enough that I popped fully free of the fabric prison and even slipped beneath her precious bud. A single flex of her surprisingly strong arm vaulted her upright and a timeless moment later she was poised above me with my length barely cushioned at the gates of her desire.

Time resumed and gravity took over. Jenny's knees slid out to either side in what would undoubtedly have been a perfect split had my body not been in the way. But oh GODS am I glad I was! She wasn't as tight as some who I'd trysted with but the way her body pressed down against my base, the way her soaked pussy veritably devoured my cock, sent my flagging endurance to whole new heights.

Best, or maybe worst, still, she managed not to climax right away. I could see from the tension in her stomach, the way her legs quivered as she bobbed up and down, the half-glazed look in her eyes, that there was nothing false in the gasps and moans that she uttered. Yet, somehow, she kept herself at the very edge of orgasm despite the obvious desire to let loose.

My body strained against the headboard. My hips and legs bucked futilely. My back arched in a desperate attempt to either free myself from the heavenly torment or to drive myself deeper and push her unexpectedly over the edge. With every shift and twist, her body flowed with the rhythm as expertly as she maneuvered her bike.

Even with only grunts and moans, and eventually whimpers and giggles, (I'm really not a screamer) I lost my voice before she was finished. I don't think my body could have possibly held enough semen to spit out constantly throughout but the sensation never wavered. The struggles finally wore down until my muscles could manage nothing more than twitches.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 6



And then she came.

I'd lost count of my orgasms to the point where I'm not entirely certain I know where one began and another ended. There was no question with this one. Her depths squeezed me like the bottom of the ocean. The spastic seizures of her body had a rhythm all their own and a force that pounded down on me as instinct drove her to push me so deep that I might as well have cum straight into her ovaries (assuming there was actually anything left to come out of me).

The world turned white for a little while. My mind simply could not process the power of the sensations that flooded over me. Exalted by release after so long denied, Officer Jenny would not relinquish her climax and more than she had relented to it before.

However long it lasted, it was enough to wear her out. Jenny finally collapsed on top of me. I could feel the dried resin of my own lust where our stomachs pressed together. My crotch itched where her hardened hair poked through the split in her panties. The buttons of her memorable shirt dug into my flesh, unrepentant of the soft mounds of her breasts beneath.

I tried to croak out something. I'm not even sure what I wanted to say. Thank you seemed so paltry. Words alone were simply insufficient to explain how incredible it had been. Fortunately, I suppose, my voice failed me utterly.

Jenny, however, didn't have that problem. "Damn! It's been a long time since I've had a ride like that. I just haven't been able to get close enough to a guy to let him know I enjoy having him helpless beneath me. Besides, no one ever seems to understand that it doesn't have to be about dominance or pain or whatever."

I managed a meek nod, despite my protesting muscles. I did understand. There's nothing quite like knowing that you can push someone beyond their pleasure tolerance limit and they can't stop you. It's almost torture, but in a way that they will thank you for later. Hell, I'd have spilled any secrets I had to get her to stop beyond a certain point.

"Now," Jenny continued, "I hope you don't take this wrong, I'm not really looking for any serious commitments or anything, but I do hope you'll be able to come back through this way sometime."

I smiled. A few snorts of laughter managed to work their way through my ragged breath. I nodded, the only way I could show I understood and agreed. My heart froze when the mischievous grin spread across her face.

"Just to make sure, though, I can think of a way to bring you back."

My throat was raw but my body managed to find a means to whimper piteously as Jenny began to crawl down my body towards the foot of the bed. My limp form fell out of her almost immediately. A trail of drops of her still weeping lust fell on my hindered legs. Once more, she stopped with her head just above my abused manhood.

Her grin widened when she opened her mouth and I knew I was in real trouble now. She'd had her taste and, this time, I knew she wouldn't stop until she got a full meal. I could only hope my body would be able to find some portion of me left to satisfy her. If that was even possible!

Copyright December 2011, by Deathlynx



Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 7



Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl

Episode : Swimming With the Fishes

Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!

Please note, I have extensive knowledge on the subject and have double checked with online research. All characters involved in sexual activities in these stories are above the age of 18 in both the game and the show. No "aging up" or other literary tricks were used to make characters legal age.

You'd think that a week of R&R would be more than enough to recharge from even so long on the road. Of course, it's a bit more complex than that when you're handcuffed to a bed. The only time I was completely freed of restraints was for the minute or so that Officer Jenny let me up in order to take off my shirt. Oh, and to go to the bathroom. Thankfully, she didn't try to cuff me to her for that. (I have issues about going to the bathroom when someone's in the room.)

Then again, where would I be able to escape? She had my clothes and bag carefully under guard in the main room.

So it's hard to sleep with both hands chained above my head. So I was only allowed a single hand with which to feed myself. I'm not exactly going to complain about the quality of life for that week. Jenny left the TV on when she wandered off for her occasional patrols. Though, I have to admit I didn't notice it much. My mind was mostly derailed by the knowledge that beneath the perfect appearance of her uniform there was nearly an unblemished layer of my seed. Not all of it was dry, either.

When she returned, she used me mercilessly as an object of sexual gratification. By the time my "vacation" was over I wasn't entirely certain I could walk, much less battle. Still, Pastoria was just around the bend and I only needed two more badges to challenge the league. On the plus side, it seemed that Jenny had as little to use her money on as I did and insisted on settling the tab with the expensive resort.

Crasher Wake hadn't been all that friendly, despite what everyone said about his personality. I suppose everyone has to have their bad days. Or maybe we're just personalities who're destined to clash. Of course, it could also have been the smirks Officer Jenny continued to offer whenever she passed by.

Fortunately, my pokemon were a bit ornery after a week's worth of inactivity. They hadn't even been given much chance to stretch their legs all that time. Hel, my new abomasnow, was particularly annoyed. Her mood improved drastically when she got to wipe the floor with his quagsire and floatzel. One blast of thunderbolt from Lita and gyrados brought the match to a crashing end.

So it was that I found myself on a little beach not far from Pastoria. My muscles needed to soak and unwind. My first thought, when I felt a tug on my bathing trunks, was that a passing pokemon had decided to try them for taste. Aside from a hand to make certain they stayed up, I didn't give it another thought. I barely even opened my eyes a crack to make sure it wasn't anything too dangerous.

My eyes widened a moment later with the discovery of perhaps one of the most dangerous creatures in any world; a very attractive, very young looking, woman in a single piece bathing suit! More shocking was the fact that her eyes hovered inches above mine and impossibly perky breasts strained against the suit inches away in the other direction. Propped up as she was, by her arms, with her legs dragging behind, she reminded me of the classic image of a mermaid. If not for the clothing, I might have even stumbled onto the thought that she was one of those mythical beasts!

"Hi." She said simply. The single, breathy, word caused her chest to heave even closer.

Okay, so I'm sometimes a bit slow. It's always been a bit of a mystery why anyone would be all that interested in me. Low self esteem sucks. Things have changed more than a bit since I found my way from my world to Sinnoh, and even more since two years of wandering has hardened my physique, but even now I'm still prone to thinking they want something other than my body.

Even with all of that baggage as a disadvantage, I instantly knew she was flirting. About the only way she could have been more blatant was to have straddled my leg and begun to hump me. At that moment, it wouldn't have surprised me.

"Hi?" I muddled a response.

"One little peek wouldn't hurt, would it?" Her smile widened and I found myself in even more of a daze. She was stunning, she was barely dressed, she was young and obviously healthy, and she was turning her considerable charm directly on me.

The thing was, it might! I didn't even know this girl's name much less her age. Hell, for all I knew Swimmer Jane Doe had a big burly boyfriend who would pummel me just because I'd been close enough to personally attest that each of her nipples were the size of the tip of my pinky. The fact that aforesaid nipples practically broke through the strained fabric in their exuberance didn't help matters either.

As energetic as she was, she was bright enough to realize that the way I clutched my single article of clothing even tighter was its own answer. She pushed off, away from the edge of the water, and stood a couple of feet away. Definitely not a mermaid! And if those nipples and that cleavage had been difficult to ignore, the strip of fabric that slunk between her legs and pretended to cover her was even worse. More maddening, however thin it was in front, I'd seen enough from that simple motion to know it covered most of her cute ass. The hint of impropriety without the damning revelation of the forbidden.

"Tell you what," she tried a different tactic, "we'll play a game. Whoever loses has to take off a piece of clothing."

Transparent much? Like it would be much of a game, since neither of us had more than a single article of clothing apiece. I couldn't keep the skepticism out of my voice. "Let me guess, you just turned eighteen and you've always wanted to try an adult rules battle."

To my surprise, a blank look of confusion stared across the short distance at me. With her head cocked to one side, she looked frustratingly like the blond she was. I hate stereotyping, but it fit all too well at that moment. I took a little pity on her.

"Look, my name's Lynx." I pulled my trainer card out of the pocket of my trunks and held it out for her to review. Her eyes widened in understanding and her own hand glided suggestively down her body. Out of all of the impossible things I've seen in my time in the world of pokemon, I really would like to know how she'd hidden her own trainer card beneath the crotch of her suit. I suppose the dimensions are possible, barely, but how it hadn't shifted and gotten lost somewhere in the ocean was completely beyond me.

Swimmer Julia was actually twenty-three! I'd have guessed sixteen, personally. The real surprise was that she'd had her official trainer's card for twelve years but had no notifications on it for any kind of victory over gyms or contests or anything. It was almost as pristine as the day it had been laminated.

For her part, she seemed incredibly impressed by my own credentials. Well, I had seven badges to my name these days. One more and I could make a go at the final four. I had every confidence I'd make just as short a work of them as I had Crasher Wake.

"I don't get it! You see a pretty girl in a bathing suit, who tries to rip off your clothes I might add, and your first reaction is you want to battle? What're you, gay?" With my ID still firmly in hand, Julia put her hands on her hips. She was the perfect model of indignant.

It was my turn to be confused. It wasn't the first time someone in Sinnoh had thought I might be gay. Still, usually it was more of 'hoped' I was gay and challenged me to adult rules. She was a trainer, she clearly wanted sex, she was old enough, why the rigmarole rather than an outright challenge?

"Uh, you suggested a game of strip...whatever...That sounds like adult rules battle to me."

Julia's indignant expression faltered once more. This time, I was paying enough attention to notice clearly that she seemed stumped by the concept of adult rules. I didn't know how it might be possible, given the sheer pervasion of the rules, but she didn't seem to have heard of them. Despite what her card said, I began to suspect the problem.

"Julia, how long have you been a pokemon trainer?" It was an apparent non-sequeter for her. She looked at me blankly for another moment so I felt inclined to expand on the question. "When did you get your first pokemon?"

"About three months ago." She answered, suspicious.

There it was. Unlike most of the world, Julia hadn't grown up fantasizing about her future with pokemon. She hadn't followed every minor aspect of the competitions with the same zeal as people like Gardenia or Cynthia. She hadn't hung out in the circles that experimented with sex even while they continued to bolster their skills as trainers.

"Okay." I sighed as I tried to figure out how to explain it to her. It really was rather remarkable no one had come along and challenged her already. With her looks, I'd have thought it a sure thing. The added fact that she couldn't have a high level pokemon, and would be relatively easy to defeat, made it even more of a shock.

"The thing is, there's sort of an unofficial set of rules for pokemon battles that can be applied between consenting adults." I hurried on, aware of her growing look of horror. "It's a form of gambling. The winner of an 'adult rules' battle is allowed to ask anything of the loser, within limitations.

"It's generally assumed that the request will be some form of vanilla sexual activity. If you have something different in mind, fetishes, information, an object you know the other person owns, it has to be declared before the battle begins. There's no obligation to accept any or all challenges presented to you, so if you're uncomfortable with a stipulation someone gives, you can simply refuse."

The more I explained, the less horrified she became. I understood that feeling. It would have been all too easy to jump to the conclusion that it had something to do with pokemon involved in the sexual activities. Hell, there was hentai that revolved around that kind of thing in my world. It had always seemed a bit too close to bestiality for my tastes so I'd always avoided anything that even resembled the concept.

Her expression turned thoughtful. I could tell she was one of those who would quickly latch onto the idea. And why not? As a woman, she had yet to reach the peak of her sexual prowess and appetite. One thing was more than clear about the world of pokemon; the women here weren't repressed, whether it meant the authority they could wield or their freedom to pursue promiscuity.

"Adult rules, eh?" She grinned. "I like that. Okay. Lynx, I challenge you to an adult rules battle! Right here, right now."

"No." Her grin vanished with a look of utter shock. Before she could revert to questioning my sexual orientation, I figured I should explain my reaction. "Look, you're hot-as-hell. Matter of fact, it's a good thing I'm half under-water 'cause it hides the raging hard-on I've got."

That wasn't entirely true. I was a bit aroused by her but not even fully hard. Still, the underlying sentiment remained valid. The coy smile I received proved I'd judged correctly, however, and provided just enough flattery that she no longer felt insulted. Of course, I might very well push her back to that response with the real reason I refused.

"I'm not saying I don't want to, or am not willing to, have sex with you. The thing is, there's not much point to a battle. I've been on the road for a couple of years now, training and battling. I've beaten seven gym leaders." Not to mention the Sinnoh League Champion.

"If you only got your first pokemon a few months ago, it's a safe bet that I'd beat you. That wouldn't do much for your confidence, much less the confidence of whatever pokemon you sent against me. I could try to find a way to handicap the match, but I don't think it would do much good for either of you in the long run."

It might have been a bit blunt, but Julia seemed to consider it. Finally, a bit glum, she nodded her understanding if not complete acceptance. "I guess I can see that. It's just, I saw you there and you got a rockin' bod' and I kinda wanted to finally go all the way so I thought it might be the right time especially since there's those adult rules to play with but I guess you have a point."

My brain screeched to a complete halt. Buried in the middle of that rambling was a nugget that took me completely by surprise. I'd been a geek and a freak for most of my life but I'd still managed to lose my virginity by the time I was twenty (okay, almost twenty-one). How someone who looked like she did, and was twenty-three, was still a virgin baffled the mind almost as thoroughly as the concept of an animal the size of a building being sucked into a device the size of a baseball. Then again, as the pokeball proved, this was a world of impossibilities.

Julia accurately guessed the thoughts that sputtered through my stalled brain. "Oh, I've done pretty much everything else; blowjobs, hand-jobs, gotten eaten out. I suppose I'm technically not even a virgin, between the facts that I broke my hymen with a dildo when I was fourteen and that I've had anal. I guess, if you're uncomfortable with the thought of being my first, I could let you do anal."

My hand whipped up in the universal sign for 'stop'. On a purely autonomic response my mouth spit out an answer. "No anal." Sad truth, I had yet to meet a woman who was sufficiently 'broken in' that she wasn't so tight that it hurt. Even more depressing, I think I'd automatically lose respect (and thereby attraction) for any woman who could handle my larger-than-average girth.

Hopeful puppy-dog eyes stared at me from beneath batting lashes. It was impossible to ignore and even harder to resist. I think she knew that she looked so young and tended to play that up rather than attempting the coy seductress. For me, it was a smart choice. I, like a good number of men, tended to be a bit on the oblivious side when it came to subtlety.

I sighed heavily. Some noble, romantic, part of my heart demanded that anyone's first time should be with someone they loved. Still, there was a more pragmatic side, the side that had come to accept one-night-stands, that suggested it wasn't a bad thing to lose your virginity to a stranger. After all, a relationship could easily fall apart if the first time was awkward. One or both could easily interpret that as sex itself being more hype than pleasure.

Then again, that could simply have been my desire for her making excuses. She was hot. She was willing. And, most of all, she was too damn close now!

"Tell, you what. I'm not sure if there is such a thing, but maybe we can create an adult rules training session?" I quickly came up with as a compromise. If Officer Jenny had been able to suggest sexual favors as repayment for my services to the police, she must know of loopholes in the law that allowed for it in other areas. If anyone tried to press the issue, I'd simply call her and find out what they were.

Julia's head cocked to one side and shifted forward slightly. It was a stunning and naively hopeful gesture that started my blood boiling. "What did you have in mind?"

The problem was, I didn't really have anything in mind. Still, her idea of making it into a game wasn't a bad one. Stripping was out of the question, given that we were in a relatively public spot. Not too many people wandered by but it would be fairly obvious if one or both of us were buck-naked while we trained pokemon.

"How about this. I'll set up a drill to work on your pokemon's accuracy. Every time you miss, I get to play with you a little. Every time you hit, you get to play with me. The first one that has an orgasm loses and has to do whatever the winner says, per standard adult rules."

She thought about it for a moment then shrugged with a playful smile. "Sounds good to me. One sec' though. I gotta get my pokemon."

I nodded and waded in to shore to collect my own companions. I hadn't really thought about my state of arousal, or the trunks I currently wore, until I noticed she'd stopped in her tracks. She stared, unabashedly, at the rather large tent I was sporting. Wonder and nerves suddenly flashed across her expression, as she had to have begun thinking about what she'd gotten herself into.

I didn't mind the pause. It allowed me to more clearly see her body. The suit managed to separate her moderate breasts, rather than squish them together into true cleavage, while still providing a low-cut display. Her bare hips were fully on display, with only a couple of thin straps to wrap around behind her and hold the whole design together. I didn't know if this was another example of the skewed physics of this world or not, but I highly approved!

"Having second thoughts?" I asked gently. If she'd done everything she claimed with other guys then she might have been a bit intimidated. Unless the vibrator she used was exceptional, she might very well not be ready for me no matter how much foreplay I managed.

Her head shook side to side rapidly in response. I could see the conflicting emotions in her eyes, however. She was having second thoughts but she was determined to go through with this. At the same time, there was a hint of eagerness that probably came entirely from animal instinct.

I walked slowly over to my gear and pulled off one pokeball. I summoned Lita, my child-like ralts, and stood patiently while Swimmer Julia managed to pull herself together and collect her only pokeball. While I had begun my journey with an overpowered single pokemon, the revelation pretty much confirmed to me that hers would probably be very low level indeed.

"Here's what we'll start with." I explained as I walked over next to Julia. "When you call out your pokemon, I'll have my ralts aim magic leaf into the air. You can then have your pokemon practice attacks and try to hit the leaves before they reach the water. Sound fair?"

Julia nodded and pointed her pokeball at the water in front of us. I wasn't surprised. I'd encountered her in the water, she wore a bathing suit, there had been no doubt in my mind she was a water-type trainer. She called forth her mantyke and I couldn't help but smile. The little manta ray was just as adorable in person as it was on screen.

Still, we were there for training. I turned my attention back to my psychic pokemon and reviewed the instructions once more. Thumb-shaped flipper still in her mouth, my ralts nodded her understanding.

The first leaf that Lita launched flew lazily in the general direction of the mantyke. I'd trained this way before, with my own pokemon, so she knew to start simply in order to gauge the speed and accuracy of her training partner. It would probably mean Julia would get in some good groping early on, but I had faith I wouldn't lose in the long run.

"Mantyke, use tackle!"

Oh dear. If the poor little guy still knew tackle it was a sure bet he was very low level. Granted, many pokemon didn't learn that many moves early on, but tackle was such a relatively weak attack that it was usually one of the first to be forgotten. The little manta dove under water for a moment, to build up speed, then burst upward and flew right through the multi-colored glowing leaf.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 7



Julia grinned triumphantly when she turned to me. Her body pressed against my side and her hand dipped down to rub against the bulge in my trunks. Her fingers curled around the tented fabric but discovered they could not fully close around my girth. I hadn't taken my eyes from hers and I witnessed the resurgence of her uncertainty.

With shorter breath, Julia let go and leaned back. Her legs wobbled a little as she tried to focus her attention back on the task at hand; the pokemon. It was easier for me to concentrate. Not only had I trained with Lita like this many times, I also had experience of the rest, which the swimmer could not match.

The next leaf flew slightly faster than the first and a good foot farther away as well. Once more, the mantyke dove underwater as instructed and pounced successfully on the leaf. A bit more hesitantly, Julia's hand brushed over the tip of my lust then sank between my legs to cup my testicles. Her fingers jiggled, slightly, and startled a gasp from me. I could no longer doubt that she had at least some experience with men when my loins contracted with a pulse of desire.

The mantyke tackled another leaf. My reaction had returned some measure of confidence to Julia. Rather than press against my side, she moved directly in front of me. Both of her hands dropped to caress me. As with last time, she avoided the obvious length and began to massage lower. Whether she knew from experience or not, she had quite accurately deduced that the most certain manner to get me to finish was not to go straight for the sensitive shaft but to overwhelm the pressure that built up within me first. Only after that would she need to switch tactics back to the more obvious.

As much as I began to wonder if I really would be able to hold out, I refused to cheat. Lita could spin the magic leaf anywhere I demanded and at whatever speed. There was no question that I could make the mantyke miss, but it wouldn't really gain Julia or her pokemon any more experience than if I had simply beat her in a battle.

It turned out I needn't have worried on that score. I hadn't noticed, distracted as I'd been by Julia's ministrations, but the manta had wobbled a bit on the last attack. This time, the leaf was just a hair beyond its range to strike. Julia gave a playful little pout at the miss. It was clear, however, she anticipated discovering what I might do in return for her successes.

I slipped around behind her, the easiest and most comfortable position from which to play. I toyed with the idea of going straight for her depths. I knew my fingers well enough that I could stimulate very similar feelings within her quickly enough. But I wanted to play. More, I wanted to luxuriate in those breasts.

My arms came up around her in a manner that pressed her arms helplessly to her sides. The deep plunge of her neckline tempted me thoroughly to slide my hands beneath and pinch and twirl her nipples. In three successes, she had yet to violate my swimsuit. If I did so then, it would invite reciprocation and her skill had already been proven more than a match despite the hindrance.

I forced myself to be content to cup her breasts and run my thumbs lightly across the hard forms where they were displayed through the fabric of the suit. I felt her chest swell with a sharp intake of breath. Her head tilted back to lean appreciatively on my shoulder. Her eyes were half closed. She groaned in pleasure.

Clearly, Julia appreciated my decision towards foreplay. Guys closer to her own age were mostly in too much of a rush to truly appreciate the fine art that prolonged the session and, in the end, made for a much more cataclysmic explosion. Whatever attention we paid to each other's bodies now would only make the end result more special.

I hadn't paid much attention to her firm butt. Although the bathing suit she wore was cut high on the sides, to expose her hips, the back still managed to cover most of her rather than form into a thong. It was actually a rather impressive design. I didn't notice until I felt her body lift and her muscular ass begin to rub against my straining trunks.

I wasn't entirely certain if that was fair. The loser of each round was supposed to be the one tormented. Still, I had put myself into a position where she could do so with minimal effort. Maybe next time I would have to chose a different angle. Then again, I really didn't mind the sensation. I wasn't even against losing this particular bet, aside from the fact that it would take a lot more effort to bring myself back around to the point where I could take her virginity.

After a few more seconds, my hands dropped and I stepped back. From the slightly dazed, satisfied, look on her face, I suspected that the grinding had nearly as much effect on her as it had on me. She'd already become a true believer in the concept of adult rules pokemon training.

The next leaf kept the same speed but moved a little farther out. It was an experiment to discover if the failure had been a fluke. Sometimes, even the best of battlers simply missed even the easiest of targets. I suspected that wasn't the case there, but Julia had the sense to switch tactics herself. "Mantyke, bubble!"

At least her pokemon had an attack suited to one of its types. A handful of slowish moving bubbles shot out of the manta's mouth and popped when they hit the leaf. "Not bad," I said with a nod. "It wouldn't work all that well to block an attack in a battle, since bubble is a slower attack, but you've proven your aim with it at least."

Julia beamed at the compliment and advice. This time, she sidled up against the front of my body. Her hands slipped between us, between both of our legs, to fondle me some more as she had before. The difference was that she rubbed my solid length with the cleft of her legs. We both moaned in pleasure. Whoever won, we both wanted to be ready to share the victory.

Her mantyke missed the next one. Given her willingness to arouse herself while she played with me, I returned behind her and allowed her to grind while I taunted her. The hard nipples were easy to find despite the thick material of her suit. I pinched and tugged at them while I cupped and massaged her breasts. I waited until a mewl escaped before I stopped.

Another hit and my body began to shiver with anticipation. It no longer mattered whether her pokemon succeeded or failed. All that concerned us was the ability to tease each other. At least, I'd thought that was the case right up until she dropped down in front of me.

"Oh gods." I muttered the moment her lips closed around the tented fabric of my suit. The offending clothing prevented her from pushing all the way to my base but it was more than enough to cause my length to jump wildly within her mouth. If she was going to go to those lengths, there was no way I could survive.

She only allowed herself a single bob forward and back before she retreated entirely and we returned to the training. It was enough to cause my legs to shake, however. Thankfully, I didn't even have to deliver commands to Lita or I don't think I'd have been able to concentrate.

I think my ralts picked up on my state of mind. Of course she would, she is a psychic type, after all. The next leaf was a little faster and farther than the standard progression called for. The mantyke missed and it was my turn.

Once more I pressed against her back. Before I could even begin, a groan escaped my mouth when her butt ground against my tormented shaft. It was my turn, however. My right hand closed around her, headed for her left breast. This time I gave in to my desire and slipped beneath, flesh to flesh, to cup and caress.

It was Julia's turn to moan. I wasn't through. My other arm curled around her hip and my hand traced a path down the seam of her suit and pressed firmly between her legs. Her hips rolled forward to encourage greater pressure and I gladly acquiesced.

It went like that. When her pokemon failed, I snuggled against her, plucked at her nipples and rubbed her swollen bud. When the mantyke hit, she took the next step, cinched up the bottom of my loose swim suit and fondled me directly.

The next time I was in control, my right hand wasn't the only one to sneak beneath her suit. It was more difficult to slip my fingers under the tight material at the crotch but what a delight I discovered. While we proceeded with her training, we remained in the shallow water, up to only our knees. Even the water from when she'd knelt to use her mouth had dried in the warm mid-day sun.

There could only be one explanation for the sticky moisture that covered my fingers with only the first caress. Focused on her ministrations, when it was her turn, or from behind her, when it was mine, I hadn't noticed how desperate she'd become. At the first brush of my skin, directly against that feverishly engorged pearl, her body sagged against my embrace and shook.

I knew I'd won. It hadn't been her climax, not yet, but she was much closer than I was. At that point, she'd have to deep-throat me to get me anywhere near the level of stimulation I felt from her body. While I certainly didn't mind that prospect, my own suit prevented it. She'd have to strip me first and I would, rightfully, point out that removing clothing during a challenge was a stipulation beyond the normal adult rules. I knew. After all, I'd once had to fight a series of battles where the state of undress of my opponents had been a severe distraction.

I continued to hold her even after I finally pulled my hands free. It took her a few moments to gather herself together. When she finally proved she could stand on her own, I loosened my grip. She glanced at me, her breath still shallow. It became ragged when I brought my fingers up to my mouth and began to meticulously clean them of her sweet cream.

"Is...is it always like this?"

I could see in her eyes that she wanted me to say that it was. I could sense that she wanted to go out and make a habit of challenging anyone and everyone she found even remotely attractive. Unfortunately, I had to relieve her of at least a little of her illusions.

"Not really." I admitted. "There's nothing that says you couldn't make a stipulation similar, of course. Maybe something like every time a pokemon falls their trainer gets fondled. But normally it's the heat of the battle followed by whatever the winner wants.

"Truthfully, you should probably expect to give lots of blowjobs. Guys like them and the younger ones won't be thinking as much about what you can get out of it. Hell, women want guys to go down on them too, since it's not all that common, but at least they usually want to have sex afterwards. If for no other reason than to keep the pleasure going."

The look in her eyes asked if that was really possible. I wasn't surprised. Youthful experiments generally revolved around trying one thing at a time. To a teen's mind, what was the point of eating a girl out, until she came, if he was just going to do anal afterwards?

Julia focused her attention back on her mantyke, the sign she was ready to continue. I nodded to my patient Lita and another multi-colored leaf flew. Julia had been less prepared than she thought and couldn't manage to croak out a command in time. Fortunately, her pokemon had gotten used to the process and took matters into its own fins.

When the mantyke's mouth dropped open, it wasn't another bubble that popped out. Instead, a high-pitched scream issued forth, visible in the way it stressed and compressed the air in front of it. Both of us stared wide-eyed. The little guy had learned a new move, supersonic!

The unanticipated attack missed.

A moment later, my body pressed against Julia's. My fingers slipped more easily beneath her tight suit. "Oh god." Her body had begun to shake with nothing more than the sensation of my hand against her. The moment my finger brushed against her mound her legs wobbled. My other arm wrapped around her waist this time and I carefully guided her to her knees, even as I began to press deeper with my questing fingers.

I could feel the tension in her body. Now that I'd relieved her of the need to keep her balance, she was frozen, on the very edge. I was more than willing to push her over. Two fingers sought and found her temple and pushed lightly inside to invade her core.

I was braced when her back suddenly arched against me. Her head dropped back and a scream of delight rocked through her. Her arms fought against the confines of my embrace. Her hips bucked and writhed against the hand that rubbed her overly sensitive bud and probed her quivering depths.

Julia's lovers had never reveled in the pleasure they brought her. They brought her to orgasm and that was that. In those moments, I could think of nothing else but the vicarious euphoria I gleaned from her unbridled release. I buried my fingers inside of her and then spread them as I drew them back out. The muscles of her core strained against my actions and sent her even farther over the edge.

The feel of my teeth, light against the back of her neck, nearly earned me a reverse head-butt in response. Her body bucked, hard, thrusting against my hands. Her screams echoed across the water, barely articulate as a one word mantra. "Yes! Yes! Yes! Oh, God, YES!"

Moments later, Julia's arms flailed free. Her own body's reactions had thrown her free of my grip and only instinct had allowed her to catch her fall with her hands. I knelt there, behind her, while her body continued to work through the overwhelming climax. My hands were only now free and she hadn't had time to process that I no longer tormented her.

On her hands and knees, it was difficult for me to resist the urge to strip that suit off of her and take her from behind. The top half already hung limp in the water. She still hadn't noticed that my light nip had caught the knot that kept it together. It would only take a matter of seconds to drop both of our suits to our knees.

I started with my own. I unwrapped one of my precious stores of condoms and sheathed myself before I worked the trunks off my hips and around the rigid shaft. Once I had the suit trapped beneath my knees, I brought my hands to her hips. Julia acted on base instinct. When my fingers curled under the seam of her suit, she provided just enough resistance that it slipped off. As soon as it cleared her hips, her body rocked back, her chest lowered with her lust held high, demanding to be taken.

A dazed stare met me when I gently but firmly began to guide her hips to turn her around. With effort and concentration, Julia obliged. Once we were face to face, I sat back on my heels and began to guide her towards me. She smiled in wonder and her body complied. First her knees pressed against my hips and then she was fully in position.

Even the nervousness about my size couldn't find purchase in the stupefied expression that met my gaze. Her mouth hung slightly open and her chest thrust itself towards me. Cautious, I nuzzled the very tip of my length into her sopping folds. She moaned and another shudder raced through her body, reminding her she had yet to fully recover from my previous ministrations.

Inch by inch I slowly lowered her onto my shaft. She began to scream immediately. Her body fought to speed the process, desperate to enfold me and relieve herself of the unanticipated, unendurable, pleasure. My hands held her hips firm and dictated the speed with which she could descend.

As tempting as her pose had been, I could never have taken her from behind. She was too unused to the feel. I was too large and too long. The position would have allowed me the full length of my manhood and would have punched painfully into her. Instead, sitting on my heels, I was limited in my length, if not my girth.

Julia wrapped her arms around my neck and threw her head back in delight. The mere minutes that had passed were not enough to blunt the heat of her climax. It had been dulled, certainly, but the solid length that opened her slowly was more than enough to coax it back to full strength.

There was no art to the frantic manner in which she tried to bounce up and down on my lap. Still, if there was little skill, there was a desperate passion and longing that could not be denied. I calmed her haste with my hands, still on her hips. Her breath evened out in time with my slow, deliberate, strokes but her screams grew even more intense.

If she didn't know what to do, her body certainly did. With each thrust, her back arched and pressed her breasts forward to caress my chest. Her depths parted gratefully each time I pushed within and grasped longingly when I began to pull out once more. I believe her core wept constantly in a pointless effort to keep us lubricated but it quickly became lost in the water that surrounded us.

I lost myself in the simple joy that Julia exuded. What had long since become about pleasure and fun, for me, was still exciting and wondrous to her. I was reminded of how I had once been; unable to separate sex from an emotional relationship. Somehow, over the past couple of years, it had lost its deeper meaning for me.

A tear crept from the corner of my eye to once more be able to sense, even if only as a witness, the innocent power of the act.

Compared to some I'd encountered in my time in Sinnoh, my own climax was paltry. The rush of heat, the sense of release, the physical pleasure were all there. But it didn't compare with the endless bliss that Jenny had demanded of me. Nor was there a hint of the shared explosion with Cynthia.

It didn't matter. What mattered was how Julia's body reacted. The purely physical reactions of my body sent signals that she knew how to interpret. My rhythm became erratic. My lust began to pulse more strongly and swell even farther. And, yes, the condom expanded as my seed began to fill it. All of these things her primal mind noted and sent her even higher.

At last, my rhythm slowed to a stop. Nearly boneless, Swimmer Julia slumped forward. Her forehead rested against my chest. She dangled from limp arms, still wrapped around my neck. The solid strength of my hands on her hips held her upright.

"My god. That was so much better than anything else." She whispered through ragged breath. I couldn't help but chuckle. My own head bowed so that my forehead rested against the top of hers. 

"Partly, that's because of the teasing we both did." I admitted. "Foreplay is a wonderful thing, especially if it brings the woman to climax before you even begin. But it's even more impressive, more powerful, when it's with someone you truly care about. Someone who cares about you."

Julia lifted her head and glanced into my eyes. I could see her skepticism. She thought that was just something that adults and preachers would say in an effort to trick youth into abstaining until 'the right time'. While the truth remained in my eyes, she still found it a little difficult to believe. She'd learn, eventually.

We parted shortly afterwards. I had confidence that her mantyke would at least be able to defeat the first few wild pokemon she found. More importantly, however, she'd also learned a bit more about sex, and the world around her. I had no doubt she'd dive headfirst into the wonders of adult rules. I also had little doubt she'd enjoy it immensely.

For myself, I'd been reminded of where I'd come from. I wasn't about to give up on adult rules, myself, but maybe it was time to take it a bit more seriously. It was time to remember who I was, who I'd been, once upon a time.

One more badge to go and I could challenge the final four. After that, I didn't know. For the first time in a long time, I wondered if I would be sent home when 'I beat the game'. Of course, the wonderful thing about the pokemon games, there was always something more to accomplish.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 7



Maybe I'd go home. Maybe I'd find a new home here. Whatever happened, I would find a new life. In the words that had been my motto when I was much younger "wandering where fates will take me".

Copyright January 2012, by Deathlynx



Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 8



Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl
Episode 8: The French Feast
By Deathlynx

Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!

Please note, I have extensive knowledge on the subject and have double-checked with online research.  All characters involved in sexual activities in these stories are above the age of 18 in both the game and the show.  No "aging up" or other literary tricks were used to make characters legal age.

"I see, at last, you have come!  C'est tres bon!  I have looked forward to you for more than a year.  Cynthia, she told me of your skill.  As a trainer as well as other things.  C'est vres?"

"I guess."  I mumbled.

It's a good thing that game designers recognize that Americans are stupid.  If they want to include a character who comes from another country, they toss in a different language to beat you over the head with it.  Thankfully, as a game designed for kids, they only throw in the most basic phrases in and around a broken accent.  Even if I nearly failed French my junior year of high school, I could still understand Fantina.

"Welcome!  Welcome.  My most sincere welcome to you, handsome man."  Fantina practically floated forward, her arms thrust invitingly towards me.  "Why have you not come sooner?  How I have looked forward to your visit.  Just un nuit for me."

I'll admit, I was a bit taken aback by the greeting.  I knew Cynthia thought highly of me, both as a trainer and a lover, but I'd never gotten the impression she talked to others about me.  Sure, she'd pointed me in the direction of some young women who were more than willing, and often even more in need, but I never figured she'd done the reverse.

Maybe the foreign gym leader had me confused with someone else.

Fantina swept up to me and pulled my hands from my side to hold them out between us.  When she began to spin us, my own training kicked in and countered her momentum to keep us in perfect balance.  Her smile blossomed into a full-blown grin a moment before she let go of one of my hands, ducked under my arms and spun herself out in an elaborate dance move that would have put Ginger Rogers to shame.

Too bad I'm no Fred Astaire.

Had I even a bit of forewarning, I like to think I could have held on.  Unfortunately, the maneuver took me completely by surprise.  Add to that a complete lack of ballroom dance training, so I had no clue how I was supposed to compensate.  In the end her remaining hand slipped from mine and we both flew backward to land on our butts.

I was still trying to shake off my daze when she began to crawl towards me.  "So, dance is not your thing.  I should say not, non?  Other things you are good for."

I tried to physically shake the cobwebs from my scattered thoughts but it only seemed to scramble them more.  I had to be a little insane if I was seeing a begowned woman with four purple bowling pins sticking out of the back of her head crawling up my legs.  I must have been downright nuts that it was turning me on.  Of course, by that point her purple-clad breasts had come to rest against my crotch and nearly engulfed my rapidly hardening groin.

"Excuse me.  Fantina?  Everyone is waiting for you."

"Uh, if I've come at a bad time, I could come back later."  I managed to stutter out.  She'd caught me off guard and never let me get a chance to get my feet back under me; literally or figuratively.  Even an extra hour would probably give me enough time to readjust my perspective and be a bit better prepared.

Violet eyes rolled.  Clearly, Fantina didn't think much of the young woman's timing in interrupting her.  I'd noticed the handful of young women filing out of the dark room, to a hidden door along the back wall, when I'd come in.  The gym leader had only paused when she noticed me.

"No!  No.  It is nothing.  Un petit dejeunez.  Nothing more.  It can wait for our battle and the fun that follows."

The mention of lunch reminded my body that there were more than just one set of needs that I had yet to fulfill when I rumbled into town.  Even 'a little lunch', as she described it, would do me good right about then.  My stomach rumbled its complaint loud enough it might have been confused for Snorlax's snore!

Surprise flashed across the gym leader's face at the sound.  She glanced down and then returned her focus to my eyes.  The feral grin of a naughty idea spread quickly across her face.  As much as the expression scared me, it excited me more.  Nestled between her pert breasts, she could feel my already impressive manhood jump in excitement, even though I had no clue of her plan yet.

"Mais, peut-etre, we could mix the two."  My blank, slightly-terrified, look must have keyed her in to my lack of understanding because she went on.  "We battle, adult rules, then we feast!  You, of course, must fight your way through my girls to prove you are good enough to challenge me.  I have no doubts that you will defeat them handily, so then we battle.  After the battle is won, the losers must serve the winner."

That didn't sound so bad.

"My girls, and whichever of us loses, must lie naked and covered with food.  The winner may do whatever she...pardonnez mois...or he wishes while she or he feasts.  By the end of lunch, I expect there will be more than one person who begs to be fucked."

The proposal had been loud enough for the girl in the doorway to hear.  Her eyes widened in surprise.  After a moment where her gaze shifted between the two on the floor, a mischievous smile began to spread across her face.  "I'll get the others, Madame Fantina."

I still hadn't agreed to the stipulations.  Sure, I could see the fun in it.  Besides that, the French were known for their cooking, as I could attest from personal experience.  I'd gotten a glance at the other trainers as they filed out and there looked to be five who were probably old enough for adult rules.  I could certainly appreciate taking my time with lunch until all five women screamed and begged for an orgy.

Fantina waited patiently for my response.  Obviously, she could feel how interested my body was.  She knew, however, that not all people, not even all men, are ruled by their baser instincts.  It wasn't until I saw four very attractive women hustle into the room so fast that they skidded into a line, veritably bouncing with energy born of anticipation, that my mind was made up.

"Agreed!"  I instantly decided.  "But on a condition of my own.  I take on all four of your trainers at once.  My one pokemon against each of their best.  I'm hungry and don't wish to prolong things."

I added a wink to the young women that stood in a line along the wall with the last comment.  I saw more than one shudder and a couple of knees go weak.  Along with that came a host of nervous and giddy giggles.  I'd been getting used to playing up my newly hardened physique.

Fantina's eyes twinkled at my display of arrogance.  Her eyes raked possessively down my chest and back up to my eyes.  "I look forward to my meal.  And for desert, I shall taste your baguette until you scream for release."

With one last lingering look down my body, Fantina reluctantly pulled herself off of me.  Amused, I accepted her hand and help up when she offered.  She stepped back and called out the official rules of the match.

"This first fight will be between the challenger and four of the gym's trainers.  Each trainer is only permitted one pokemon.  When all pokemon from one side are unable to battle, the match shall be fin.  The match will be held using adult rules.  Any trainer whose pokemon is rendered unable to battle shall be stripped naked and used to hold food for the victors.  The winner may do anything, within reason, to the vanquished."

Each of the voluptuous young women called out their pokemon; a Shuppet, a Haunter, a Duskull and, surprisingly, a Shedinja.  I'd been serious about wanting to get this part over with quickly, so I decided it was time to go straight out for type advantage.  "Poe, I choose you!"

"Begin!"

Before the word was even fully out of the gym leader's mouth, my Honchkrow launched itself into the air and immediately began to take evasive maneuvers.  Although Poe probably didn't expect anything specific, I did.  As anticipated, four distinct Shadow Ball attacks flew through the air and narrowly missed my evasive pokemon.

"Poe, Wing Attack the Shedinja!"

Two more Shadow Balls, a Hypnosis, and a Mean Look (of all attacks) all failed to land as Poe swept in with glowing wings and knocked the poor ghost/bug across the room.  I immediately relegated the Haunter, who had tried to trap my pokemon in spite of the fight's restrictions, to least dangerous.  Either the poor dear didn't have anything else to throw at me or the trainer was so new she hadn't thought things through.

The Ice Beam that clipped Poe's wing and nearly dropped him from the sky proved I'd chosen well in going for Duskull next.  Poe seemed to fade out of existence for a moment before he reappeared almost right next to the skull-faced ghost.  Faint Attack connected and another opponent went down.

Steel Wing tore through the Shuppet with almost contemptible ease and suddenly my last opponent seemed to realize the danger she was in.  The Haunter had, at least, learned its lesson and made an attempt at Lick.  Didn't help any more than the Mean Look had, and the Fly knocked it for as much of a loop as its three companions.

"That is it!"  Fantina shouted across the room.  "C'est fin!"

The young women didn't look particularly disappointed that they'd lost.  The cute blond on the end, with the pixie-cut and smaller breasts, even began to unbutton and unzip her pants right then and there.  From the way her gaze kept shifting between my pecs, my abs, and my crotch, I finally realized that inexperience might not have been the reason her Haunter had performed so poorly.

Of course, Fantina had devised the rules so that it should be just as much fun for the losers as the winner.

"Shoo!  Away with you.  Go let the young men set tables in the back room.  They may watch as you disrobe and are prepared but not touch.  Once all is set, they must leave.  Make certain they understand."

The glances between the young women, upon hearing their new instructions, were almost as excited as when they realized I would be set on them.  It made sense, I supposed.  I was a novel, casual, fling.  These were the guys they lived with.  While I would get to work the girls over during lunch, the guys would carry the visuals all through the day.  By tonight, they'd probably be pretty desperate to get some.  The girls could ask whatever they wanted and have the guys wrapped around their fingers.

My little visit was likely to change quite a number of fortunes.

None of that really mattered to me in the slightest.  I had a badge to collect.  I had lunch to eat and lust to sate.  To do all that, I had a battle to win.  I looked back to Fantina and watched her gaze sweep up and down my body as if I'd already lost and lay exposed on the table.  She was just as determined to eat first, and I don't think she wanted the food.

"What say?  A three-on-three battle?  Get this over with quickly so we can retire to the fun?"

I smirked and nodded.  Sounded good to me.  I plucked a pokeball off my belt, summoned Poe back and switched with another.  "Whenever you're ready."

"Gengar, come out!"  "Rayna, you're up!"

At the same time, Fantina's Gengar and my Lucario sprang out as red energy and quickly coalesced into animals.  It never ceased to amaze me.  Even more amazing was that a society that could develop that level of tech couldn't manage to design buildings with bathrooms.

I had no more time for idle contemplations.  The battle was on, hardcore!

Gengar rushed forward with a Shadow Punch.  Lucario barely dodged and spun around with her momentum and finished with a backhand Metal Claw slash.  Gengar was knocked back slightly.  A moment later it had regained its balance.  The moment its head came up, its eyes began to swirl glowing spirals.

Before I could shout a warning, Rayna dropped to all fours with her gaze lowered, avoiding the attempt at Hypnosis.  Dark energy thickened around her.  She tensed for a moment and then the energy fled her body in a wave of Dark Pulse.  This time, the Gengar staggered noticeably after the assault.  My Lucario refused to let up and charged ahead with Rock Climb.

"Gengar, return.  Mismagius, go!"

More red energy poured out and Rayna missed when she fell through the space where her opponent had been moments before.  Almost instantly, another ghost formed behind her.  She showed her amazing agility by planting the ball of a foot so she could spin and immediately face the new opponent's threat.

"Rayna, Dragon Pulse!"

A ball of light formed in my Lucario's mouth and quickly began to grow.  Fantina blanched, stunned for a moment, before she regained her composure and called out her own commands.  "Mismagius, counter with Psybeam!"

Almost simultaneously, energy poured from both of our pokemon.  All shadows fled the room when both beams (improbably of course) met each other in the center of the gym as if they had mass.  After a timeless moment, the warring energies exploded in full cartoonish glory.

Smoke filled the air.  I coughed slightly from the dust kicked up by the explosion.  Cartoon heroes and video game characters never seem to have to worry about little things like breathing in the aftermath of such an event.  Me?  Even if it hadn't been for the crap that filled the air and made it impossible to see, the concussion of the blast wave had knocked the wind out of me.  The coughing had been something of a blessing.

Even when the smoke began to clear (how, I don't know, but I suspect gyms are required to have industrial strength ventilation systems for just this reason) I knew better than to take anything at face value.  Sure, both pokemon remained upright and facing each other.  After a blast like that, since neither were plastered against a wall, at least one was currently unconscious on what passed for feet and awaiting the most dramatic moment to collapse.

I was right.

Enough of the dangerous psychic attack had made it through to smack my poor Lucario down.  After a moment for my mind to register the spirals where her eyes should be, she collapsed bonelessly to the floor.  My shoulders sank in resignation.  Before I could compliment her performance and return her to her pokeball, Fantina's Mismagius stopped hovering and similarly fell unconscious.

I was impressed.  I could go toe-to-toe with Cynthia, the champion.  I hadn't expected a gym leader to be able to take out one of my companions in a single, contested, hit.  I had to acknowledge, however, that Ranya had done the same to her opponent.

With the smoke mostly gone from the room, I could see the uncertainty that had suddenly sprung into Fantina's expression.  She'd clearly anticipated a challenge but just as obviously expected her victory was assured.  The near-defeat of Gengar and the double-incapacitation that followed had staggered her world-view.

It instantly became clear why Fantina was gym leader caliber.  She forced her shoulders back.  Her gaze met mine and a smile slowly crossed her lips.  She held out a pokeball and called her next pokemon.  "Gengar, come back out!"

The Poison/Ghost had seen better days, but there was clearly still quite a bit of fight left in it.  Fantina had been concerned about the strength of the attacks my Lucario was producing rather than worried hers was about to fail.

It really didn't matter.  Gengar had been around since the very first days of the franchise.  Its weaknesses were well known and I had just the pokemon to handle it.  "Lita!  Come on out."

Of all of my pokemon, my little Lita (named for a certain red-headed psychic from my favorite show) was the only one who had never evolved.  Much like the yellow rat from the TV series, she continued to grow in power, even if she chose never to "grow up".  She still looked like a todler in a too-large gown with her eyes covered by a helmet.

"Psychic!""Gengar, use Shadow Punch!"

Lita's eyes began to glow beneath her concealing green "helmet".  A smoky cloud formed around Gengar's hands.  The ghost pokemon began to be surrounded by a light blue glow even as smoky fists fired out towards my companion.  Dark versus light.  Ying and yang swirled in conflict.

I cringed inwardly.  Both attacks were super-effective against the other.  I anticipated another finish like the previous round.  Fortunately, Lita was strong.  She was also fresh, where Gengar had already been through a battle.  The ghost staggered back and then collapsed while my Ralts looked little more than shaken.

"Oh, heavens.  What is this?  Is this my final pokemon?  Looney, I choose YOU!"  I could have done without the corny dialogue, but it was a kids game.  Besides, it was nice to know I only had one left to defeat while I still had one in reserve.

Much more of a surprise was her use of a nickname for her pokemon.  Few enough trainers bothered to give their companions names.  That was especially true for Gym leaders.  I couldn't wait to see what she came out with.  I knew it was going to be a ghost (that was her theme after all) but otherwise I had no clue.

My little Ralts swayed slowly from side to side while she waited to see who, and what, her opponent was going to be.  Her head cocked aside in confusion at almost the same exact time mine did.  If the world I'd been trapped in was more like the anime, instead of the game, I'd have pulled out my pokedex to scope out the opponent.  Unfortunately, the info I had access to wouldn't help me much.

I was pretty much flying blind.  I'd have never guessed that the pokemon that looked like a hot-air balloon was a ghost but, given this was Fantina, it had to be.  Confident that Lita should be able to survive at least one attack from the opponent, I decided to test my theory.  "Lita, Magical Leaf!"

"Loony, use Psychic to control your Will-o-wisp.  Spin it around your body!"

My Ralts was considerably faster than the lethargic blimp.  Multi-colored leaves burst into existence around her.  In a moment they shot forward.  Rather than slice and slash at the rubbery flesh of our opponent's pokemon, 'Loony' shrugged them off and continued to form the little white ball of flame as if nothing had happened.

As I'd thought.  While there were other possibilities, the fact that a leaf move was ineffective implied that the ghost's other type was flying.  A grin of triumph slowly spread across my face.  If worst came to worst, my newest pokemon, Abomasnow, could use ice attacks for an easy victory.

Lita also had an attack that would wipe the floor with her opponent.  Unfortunately, I didn't trust the swirling Will-o-wisp that rapidly circled the balloonish body.  Likely, it could intercept virtually any attack.  I had to negate it first.

"Lita, use Psychic to counter-control that 'wisp!"

Blue light began to leak from under my Ralts' helmet-like head and the intensity of the light that surrounded the little white flame doubled as both pokemon vied for control over the unorthodox shield.

"Loony, get in close."

The spinning 'shield' began to waver as Fantina's pokemon split its focus between control over the 'wisp and obeying her instructions.  Lita just stood there while the enemy approached, but that was fine.  True, point-blank range meant its attacks were almost guaranteed to hit, but the same could be said for Lita's.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 8



"Loony, Hypnosis!"

Swirling spirals for eyes tried to grab my pokemon in their mental grip and put her to sleep.  Too bad the gym leader forgot that it's next to impossible to catch the gaze of a Ralts.  After all, who knows if there even are eyes under there, or if she just navigates by psychic scanning or something.

"Lita, Thunderbolt!"

Almost before I managed to get the command out, Lita had begun to build up her charge.  My little Ralts almost certainly wasn't in the same league with the notable yellow lightning-rat but her power was considerable.  Tiny little thumb dropped from her mouth just in time for her whole body to unleash a torrent of electricity directly into the flying-ghost.  Loony jerked and twitched for the full five seconds that Lita poured on the power.

Across the stadium, I watched Fantina turn ghost-white.  Her hand fell to her waist to collect the pokeball even before the attack was completed.  Once she had it, however, her arm dropped limp.  It was an instinctive action rather than a conscious one.  Some part of her knew instantly that the battle was over.

Red energy shot out of the pokeball after her Loony hit the ground and bounced once.  She didn't need to check to see if it was out.  She just wanted to save it any extra pain that she could.  I knew her pokeballs would be on the mystical healing machine even before she fulfilled her part of our bargain.

"Strong."  Fantina mumbled in a daze.  "So strong.  You.  Your pokemon.  I see now I never stood a chance at victory.  You have, indeed, earned your badge.  And...of course, your lunch."

It wasn't until she remembered the last bit that a sense of emotion returned to her shocked expression.  Her eyes raked longingly across my body.  She was hungry but knew that she had not won the right to devour me.  She would only get that if I chose to let her.  And only after I'd had my fun with her and her girls.

"So strong."  She muttered again, before she fully composed herself.  "You must give me time to present myself as the agreement demands.  While I am...prepared, please feel free to restore your pokemon.  Afterwards, you may come to the back and begin your feast.  I hope you are hungry."

The glint had returned fully to her eyes by the time she made her last comment.  Her lips held a satisfied grin as she bowed out of the room.

I knew it would probably take a number of minutes before Fantina was ready, but that didn't mean I couldn't start without her.  After all, I'd defeated her four subordinates before her and this gym, unlike Eterna city, didn't insist I chose only one opponent to satisfy his adult rules obligations.

Hell, I'd be surprised if that "back room" wasn't unofficially set up for orgies.  While I'd noticed a few underage trainers leaving when I first got there, the vast majority were not only adults but highly desirable ones at that.  To be honest, even with my travel-improved physique, I still rather resembled a weed among lilies.

Besides, what else could be expected from a gym run by the French.

As offered, I dropped my pokeballs off at the medical machine.  I might have only used half in the battles at this gym, but I knew from past experience that the pokemon enjoyed the restful and revitalizing...well...whatever it was that the combination of pokeball and healing machine did.

No sooner than the gym aid had my pokemon than I hurried in the direction of the back room.  I shouldn't have been surprised that the whole thing had been done in purple.  It was a theme for Fantina as much as ghost pokemon were.

If it was a bit monochromatic, there was no question about the comfort or expense that had been meticulously imbued into the room.  Exceedingly plush couches had been shifted away from the center of the room, where the tables had been set.  Satin cushioned chairs sat next to each table, offering relaxing comfort while diners feasted.

The walls were lined with delicate drapes in a variety of textures from velvet to silk to lace.  Delicate but far from fragile, I discovered when I ran a hand down one of the closest to the door.  I had even less doubt that this place was used for the aftermath of battles.  I could practically see the creases from where these hangings had been used to secure failed challengers (or occasionally victorious ones quite probably).

All of that remained secondary to the feast that had been laid out before me.  The four women lay on tables especially aligned so that they could watch my progress no matter where in the room I wandered.  At the moment, four sets of nervous, anticipatory, eyes tracked my every move.

My own gaze drank in the sights.  Each woman had been utilized to offer a different course in the lunch banquet; appetizers, vegetables, meat and carbs.  Beyond that, they had been artfully spread so that a specious modesty was maintained.  In truth, all it would take would be the removal of minimal food to completely expose every one of them.  It was set so that I could eat as little or as much as I liked and still be able to work my way through every one of them.

Beyond the women, at the back of the room, stood a curtained off area.  From the slight rustling coming from behind it, I suspected that that was where Fantina either was, or would be, while being decked out in her own course.  If they continued to follow the pattern, I suspected she would be desert.

I wandered over to the nearest table.  The blond trainer of the Haunter lay spread before me.  Appetizers of a variety of types had been artfully placed both on her milky flesh and around her on the table.  I let my hungry gaze drink in every curve of her body.  Meanwhile, her own expression had shifted to pathetic puppy dog eyes that could not be removed from my abs.

I took the hint.  Just because I'd won, and had the right to determine what happened, how far things went and who would receive what of my attentions, I didn't have to lord it over the women.  I stepped back, far enough that all four women would have a comfortable view, reached down and slowly peeled off my black t-shirt.  There were a couple of sharp intakes of breath at the sight of my muscled torso.  Their eyes now shone with as much hunger as my own.

I considered waiting for anything else but decided to kick off my shoes then and there.  My pants and boxers quickly followed.  On the off chance that any of the women managed to turn the tables on me and entice me, I didn't want to be seen desperately trying to tug my pants off.  Better to enjoy the entire experience naked than conclusively prove who managed to overcome my willpower.  Given I was already hard, there'd be little extra evidence if any of the women pushed me until I couldn't help myself.

When I stepped forward again, my hand tentatively reached out for one of the appetizers.  The whole situation felt a little weird to me.  I knew this kind of thing went on in my world, but usually it was less about sex than titillation.  There, it would have been rude of me to flaunt the raging hard-on the sight of all this flesh had caused.  Here, they just stared in wonder.  Their eyes poured out hope that I'd choose to use it on them.

I started with a dumpling.  It had been perched on the blonde's small breast to cover her taut little nipple.  When I tasted it, my knees weakened and my mouth nearly had an orgasm.  It had been decades since I'd been to France and I'd forgotten what kinds of masterpieces they could cook.

Rather than pick up the dumpling on her other breast, I decided to get into the spirit of the fun.  I leaned forward.  Even as my mouth opened, I watched as her breath caught in anticipation.  With a grin, my mouth closed around the dumpling.  Somehow, my teeth managed to scrape against her breast.  They caught her nipple and lightly tugged as I pulled away.  I was rewarded with a squeak of surprised pleasure.

From the quaver in her voice, she sounded like she might not have been all that far from finishing.  I decided then and there that I would try to ensure each of these girls came and came hard.

I savored the second dumpling and moved lower on the table.  My right hand remained at her breast, absently pinching and plucking her nipple.  The initial squeak and transformed into an ongoing stream of breathy moans.  No, it wouldn't take much at all.

The crease of her legs had been cleverly arranged with a small circle of shrimp.  Just a touch and I knew they'd been at least slightly frozen when placed.  No wonder her body was already on edge.  Her warmth had long since melted any flakes of ice that had clung to the delicacies.  My tongue snuck out to catch and curl around the pink food.  Slowly, I pulled it to my teeth where I sensuously tugged to pull the tail shell of and leave only the meat to slurp up.

At least I hoped to be sensual.  From the longing looks and moans coming from the rest of the room I think I succeeded.  Either that or they were polite enough to pretend.  I didn't put that past them, however, given that they hoped I would finish them off.

The next shrimp I ate mindlessly while I continued to play with her nipple and contemplated my course of action.  Her legs shifted slightly.  I could see the tension in them as she squeezed them together.  She wanted to move, somehow, but fought the urge.

Rather than bring the next shrimp to my mouth, I pushed it against her.  Her gasp was immensely satisfying.  I wriggled the morsel back and forth in order to plunge it deeper between her tense legs.  Her body bucked as she let out a sound halfway between a moan and a scream.

I turned the shrimp around so that the head faced up her body.  When I nestled it deeper (not an easy feat with her now shifting almost constantly) I could tell the moment it sank against her proud nub.  Her entire body froze in anticipation.  When I tugged the food free all at once she jerked as if struck by lightning and began whimpering little mewls I though might have been pleas.

The next shrimp wasn't nearly as delicate.  It delved just as deep.  This time, I made certain I'd hooked her precious bud.  I flicked the food across her sensitive flesh, back and forth.  Within seconds, she once more writhed and screamed on the table.  Appetizers dropped to the floor as she mindlessly knocked the careful display down.  She was beyond caring.

As I always did, I closed my eyes and drank down every scream of pleasure and instinctive attempt to escape the unbearable bliss.  Her knuckles were white where she gripped the side of the table in an effort to keep from bucking herself onto the floor.

I opened my eyes to slits and scoped out the rest of the women.  Two of the women fought to hide how desperate they were.  Muscles strained in opposition as their bodies instinctively bent towards the sounds of ecstasy, like a flower towards the sun, while they strove to hold themselves in place, so as not to disturb the food.

The fourth woman didn't bother with the pretense.  Her eyes were closed and her head lay bonelessly on the table.  Her bare chest heaved almost in time with the screams that broke from the woman whose pearl I continued to press and flick.  Most of the food that had been spread out on her, the vegetable course, had already fallen.  Only the cucumbers, that failed to fully cover her deep pink areola, and the broccoli, that seemed to sprout from between her legs, remained even remotely in position.

The moans beneath me began to die, replaced by pleading whimpers.  Her hips now jerked left and right even more forcefully.  The blond had reached her limit and had begun to jibber mindlessly, unable to cope with the sensory overload.

Casually, I brought the piece of shrimp to my mouth and savored the fresh seasoning.  Now, all three of the other women had locked their eyes longingly on me.  The blond had collapsed.  Her chest heaved as she tried to reign in her chaotic breath.  I watched for a moment with a satisfied grin of my own.  My hand trailed lightly up her body as I began to leave the table for one of the others.  Not before my fingers feathered across her nipple and caused another tectonic jump in the overwrought woman.

There was no question in my mind who was next.  The two, who were so desperate that they could barely control their own bodies, would only grow more so by the time I got to them.  I anticipated nothing more than a slight brush of their enflamed clits would send them over the edge.

The red-head, on the other hand, was a different story altogether.  From the way she allowed her head to loll, she was already in a hazy state of euphoria.  Under other circumstances, I would have suspected that she preferred girls, given the sheer pleasure she'd derived from the sounds of her friend.  Given that she'd willingly gone along with the adult rules match, and even more the longing looks she'd thrown my way since then, I figured her for bi.  After all, it had been her Haunter that had all but thrown the match.

A finger trailed lazily up the inside of her leg as I walked forward.  The moan, and the shudder, it elicited were much more subdued than her companion.  That didn't mean they held any less pleasure.  I could feel the tension in her muscles.  Although her lust was fully hidden, I could see the way her groin muscles spasmed.

Most of the veggies had fallen to the floor in her discomfort.  On the far side of the table, however, remained a couple of bottles of salad dressing that had managed to avoid the fall.  I picked one up.  Ranch wasn't my favorite, but it was more than passable.  Red's eyes shot open when the dressing began to roll off of the broccoli flower and pooled at the junction of her legs.

"Ooops.  I think I might have used a little too much."  I said with a complete lack of sincerity.  I was rewarded by another little shudder from my plaything and twin mewls of anticipation from the two who had yet to be touched.

I watched the pool of dressing slowly begin to leak down as I pulled the vegetable from the crook of her legs.  A growl from my stomach reminded me that, as much as I wanted to play, this was legitimately about lunch.  The little bush of broccoli was crisp and fresh.  The dressing was probably hand made.  If it was a little warm, and more than a little damp, from where it had rested, that wasn't anything to complain about.  The creamy taste of the young woman's desire added a slight tang to the ranch.

I finished off the broccoli in only a couple of bites and looked down.  Her sealed legs had stopped most of the retreating dressing, but I could see some had managed to seep deeper anyway.  I guided her knees apart to open her legs.  The dressing once more began to flow but her reaction was to offer a moan that might not have been honest in its arousal but was certainly definite in its desire.

A piece of celery beckoned, somehow overlooked in the collapse of all the other veggies.  I picked it up and immediately brought it to the leading edge of the trickle of dressing.  When it swept upwards, to collect the stray condiment, her moan was much more to my liking.

I absently passed the celery to my other hand to eat even as I sought out my next toy.  A carrot perched precariously at the edge of the table, by her leg.  I reached across to collect it and was startled by Red's "eep" of uncertainty.  Her wide eyes were locked on the phallic root.  If she was nervous about my intentions with the orange spear, it was a good thing I didn't intend to have sex with her.  She might not have noticed, but I was actually larger than the supplementary vegetable.

I bit the end off of the carrot, both to blunt the tip a bit and to shorten it.  Her back arched when I slowly ran the now-rounded end down across her tender mound.  Her entire body froze when it reached the tight gates to her lust.  After one last check to make sure I hadn't picked up any of the stray dressing (disease tended to be uncommon in games but I didn't want to risk a UTI or something) I thrust the veggie all the way in.

Red's entire body arched.  Her hands flew up beside her head to grip the edge of the table.  Her hips sagged slightly while I drew the makeshift dildo out but her body remained lifted above the table on shaking legs.  I slammed the carrot back in so forcefully it was almost ripped from my grip.  Of course, the way her hips shifted to accept it, the way her core wrapped around it and welcomed it, she had as much to do with its depth as I did.

I began a quick, harsh, rhythm.  In and out!  Her torso bobbed up and down in time with each thrust.  Her mouth dropped open and the subdued moans quickly became pants and groans.  Her body hummed with excited tension.  I imagined the rough, ridged, texture of the raw, unpeeled, carrot rubbed against the desperate muscles and nerves deep in her core.

The occasional whimper began to intersperse with her sounds of enjoyment.  I knew the sound intimately.  She was close, so frustratingly close, to the edge of her orgasm but no amount of power or speed would push her over the edge.  I needed to up the ante a bit or she would remain at the same torturous near-state for hours.

Even as I continued to pound the carrot deep into her, I reached out with my other hand.  I rested along the sensitive crease where leg met hip and reached out with my thumb.  "I God!"  She moaned when my thumb lazily rubbed off the last remnants of the dressing.  I brought it to my mouth and licked my thumb clean before the hand returned to her body.

From her hips, my hand danced merrily up her side.  Her breath quickened and I sped up to keep time with her.  My free hand reached her ribs and slid forward to gently cup her breast.  Another timeless moment froze her in place, teetering on the precipice and ready and anxious for my move to push her over.

Fingers clutched her breast just as roughly as the carrot continued to slam into her.  Red hair splayed when her weight lifted from her shoulders to her head with a scream.  Her arched body spasmed uncontrollably, like a bridge in the winds.  Her screams echoed throughout the room and her muscles pulsed in time with each clutch and thrust.

After the first couple of seconds, Red's body seemed to collapse in on itself.  Her back hit the table hard.  I barely had time to get my hand out of the way when her arms shrunk in and crossed over her chest, protectively.  The way her knees snapped together and curled towards her body didn't actually inhibit my actions at all; however the way it tightened her core did.

Conscious of her state and desires, I stopped and backed off.  She rolled to her side and remained curled up on the table.  If not for the satisfied, almost whimsical, smile on her face, I might have wondered if she'd been less prepared for adult rules than she'd let on.  As it was, her expression made it clear she was thoroughly satisfied, if unable to bear any more.

I chuckled as I stepped back and crossed to the last two tables.  My stomach rumbled, another reminder that this was supposed to be about eating as much as it was about fun.

As I approached the women, I realized exactly how much artifice had gone into the placement of the food.  With the appetizers I probably had simply been too focused on the women to notice.  Red, of course, had already scattered most of her offerings by the time I reached her.

Due to the nature of the 'platters', it was impossible to serve anything particularly hot.  A few of the appetizers had been warm, but nothing that would even feel more than slightly uncomfortable.  Given the woman's state of arousal, it probably hadn't even been noticed.  Because of that, however, none of the protein or carb dishes were hot.

Deli meats covered one woman from barely higher than the top of her nipples to just below her lust.  From a distance, she looked like she was clothed similarly to Xena, Warrior Princess.  The different kind of meats added color and texture to the false bodice and skirt.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 8



Not to be outdone, the various noodles draped over the other woman resembled nothing more than chain mail.  I couldn't identify all of the various types of pasta that were intertwined to create the impression of skimpy fantasy armor.  The noodles that composed the bra and panties were only warm.  The handful of bowls of steaming sauce on a separate table were clearly there to add heat if I chose.

I didn't need warning that use of that particular sauce would constitute beyond the boundaries of "vanilla".  It would hurt and likely cause minor burns.  Fortunately, I wasn't much in the mood for pasta, with or without sauce.  I was in the mood for one of the sub rolls that seemed to be tucked into her belt like daggers.

That little shift was enough to cause the cohesion of the lower "armor" to collapse.  Where moments before there was the image of impregnable links, now she lay bare before me.  A small voice whispered in my mind, surprised that the hint of stubble that hadn't been thoroughly shaved was as Crayola blue as her hair.  Apparently it was a natural color in these lands.

Absently, I flipped open the roll with one hand while the other slid down her body.  Her tummy was the first thing to clench at the caress of the palm of my hand.  Her whimpers became constant beneath the little circles I massaged as my hand began to quest downward.

I admit, I didn't put forth much effort.  I was more interested in stacking a sandwich than playing with her.  Fortunately, she'd worked herself up nicely while she awaited her turn.  She nearly came the moment my hand delved between her legs.  When my fingers plunged inside of her, with the ball of my palm pressing firmly against her clit, pasta flew everywhere.  Seizures wracked her body even before I finished stacking meat and cheese onto the bun I'd liberated from her.

Despite playing second fiddle to my appetite, I didn't immediately let up.  I enjoyed the way the blue-haired woman writhed around my caress as much as the sandwich I began to eat.  Her legs twitched back and forth, uncertain whether to expel or embrace the intrusion that produced such exquisite torment.

Too soon for her tastes, I pulled my own hand free in answer to her body's unspoken confusion.  Without that lifeline, she collapsed bonelessly to the table, the last of her energy spent.  Fantina had mentioned that all of this was just foreplay, anyway.

I suddenly realized, as I hadn't before, that everything I'd already done might have just gotten me in very deep trouble.  The moment the meal was ended, I might have four very luscious, very horny, junior trainers jump me in an attempt to get some back.  Well, at least I'd left two of them barely able to move.  The cute blond with small breasts might still have the energy but I could ensure Xena, here, was too sated to cause problems if the desert I expected to come wore me out.

When I wandered to the end of the table she lay on, all I could see between the huge mounds of gravity defying breasts was a dusty-blond tuft of the woman's bangs.  I could tell, from the way that her hands gripped the sides of the table, that she was a tense contradiction of anticipation and nervousness.  She had seen, and heard, what I'd accomplished with the others but now I had found the one place in the room where she could no longer see what I was up to.  If she so much as lifted her head her whole "outfit" might fall apart.

I didn't help the conflict any when I leaned over the table and reached out to grab her knees.  As artful as the placement of the meats and cheeses had been, they suffered the same weakness that the chain mail carbs had.  When her knees were forced to the edges of the table, the skirt fell apart and sliced meat scattered everywhere.

It wasn't until I climbed onto the table that she could see me again.  Her eyes widened and both warring emotions gained strength.  Her hips already quivered.  Her rosy pink bud practically leapt out at me.  Her legs, now hooked over the sides of the table, shook with the need to close and protect herself from her own desperation.

My mouth literally salivated at the sight of her.  True, I was still hungry but it had yet to join in on the action.  The act of going down on a woman could get more than a bit tedious but it was worth the results.  Nothing turned me on more than a woman full in the throws of bliss that I held control over.

I resisted my instincts, however.  Fantina was not going to get sloppy seconds in any way.  I expected whipped cream.  I looked forward to chocolate sauce.  I wondered if there would be warm pie and cold ice cream to enflame her senses and compound her need.

Poised between the big-breasted blonde's legs, I could see her nervousness start to shift to genuine fear when she looked down and realized how large the length, that hovered less than a foot from her tight core, truly was.  As close to orgasm as she seemed to be, I could still hurt someone if I wasn't careful.  If I was crass enough to just shove myself in, rather than work her wider slowly, she expected her screams wouldn't be exactly what she wanted.

It wasn't something she would have to worry about.  I was more than conscious of that particular need.  Besides, I had no intention of using it on her.  Unless, maybe, she managed to have enough energy to find me after I was through with her gym leader.

I leaned over her with my weight on hands to either side of her shoulders.  "Gah..."  She muttered inarticulately when my arms flexed as I lowered myself.  I took a piece of roast beef into my mouth and used it to gently catch her nipple.  I was rewarded by a series of yipped moans.

My thigh pressed firmly against her swollen clit as I lowered myself more firmly across her body.  I had a moment of discomfort before I managed to shift my achingly hard member aside.  Everywhere my body touched hers, I could feel the edge of tension on which her body teetered.  When I pulled my head back, pinching her nipple briefly before I released it, my thigh slid between her legs and ground against her lust.

Although my body held her firmly in place, her hands flew from her sides to grip the top edge of the table on either side of her head.  She screamed the beginning of her release even before my leg rocked back for a second trip against her overly sensitive mound.

I lifted myself only slightly while I continued to rock back and forth; forcing her to hump my leg.  The added height gave her just enough room to shift slightly with each faked thrust.  Her gravity-defying breasts shifted, out of proportion to the slight movement of her body in traditional anime style, and allowed her nipples to scrape against the firm, silky, surface of my chest.  I never thought the breast jiggle was good for anything other than gratuitously titillating horny anime fans and causing back strain!  Of course, I suspect she hadn't either.

"Oh fuck.  Fuck, fuck, Fuck, FUCK, FUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK!"

Her litany of profanity only spurred me to grind my thigh against her all the harder and faster.  Her eyes were screwed shut and I feared her grip would splinter the inches thick table top.

"OH FUUUUUUUUCK!  Shove that fucking cock inside me you fucking cocksucker or I'll fucking find you and fucking fuck you so fucking raw your fucking cock will fucking fall off!"

I admit it.  My rhythm faltered just a bit at that tirade.  I like a responsive audience as much as the next guy, but that was a little much.  Thankfully, the way she continued to grip the table, rather than fumble to grab me and yank me inside her, suggested I didn't really have anything to fear from her.

I didn't stop until her arms collapsed.  It was satisfying to hear that vulgarity dynamically shift to nothing more than whimpers.  She didn't even have the energy to open her eyes.  From the shallow breaths that barely shifted her huge breasts, she might have passed out.  In any other circumstance I would have been imminently proud of that achievement.  Given her ferocity, however, I found myself mostly grateful as I carefully climbed off of the table, so as not to disturb her.

"Ah, ze darling petit angel."  Fantina's voice drifted to me from behind the curtain, now close by.  "That you managed to silence Medium Dia's so-delicate mouth speaks well of your skills!  C'est vres?"

With a flourish, a man in a chef's hat swept the curtain aside.  He took one glance at me and handed me a towel without so much as a hint of condescension.  I figured he must not have been an actual French chef, despite the ridiculous mustache.  Even their servants tended to look down on anyone not from their country.

I carefully wiped my leg off.  As much carnality as spewed from Dia's mouth, more lust had coated my thigh to spur me on.  If I'd been willing, by the time she passed out, I probably could have slid in without the need to be careful.

From her position on the final table, Fantina studied my body critically.  She noted instantly that I only needed to wipe off my fingers and my lower thigh on one leg, proving I had yet to fulfill my own desires.  The realization prompted a feral smile that was proud enough to prove her French background in an instant.

"You have saved room for desert, non?"

One corner of my mouth quirked up in a smile.  "I've grazed a bit, but I knew desert would be worth saving room for."

Fantina lay, completely naked, on an elegant table.  Her hair had been let loose from the four oblong buns that perpetually framed her head and instead cascaded over the edge of the table.  A fuzzy fleur-de-lis situated just above her delicate pearl proved that the bubblegum-pink-purple hair was as natural as the blue of her underling.

Next to the table sat two rolling trays within the gym leader's reach.  She watched me recognize the a-la-carte nature of her course and her hand drifted over to a tray.  Nimble fingers lightly balanced the handle of a ladle and lifted it out of a pool of chocolate.  It drizzled slowly as she drifted her hand over her waist and back to the dish.

"I told you, the loser must serve the winner.  But tell me what you wish and it shall be yours."

I was intrigued and no little bit excited.  I was also greatly surprised that I had any room to grow harder.  She smirked and dragged a purple-nailed finger across the trail of chocolate and brought it to suck suggestively clean.

A glance at the trays proved my fantastic suspicions correct.  Along with finger pastries, the chef had supplied small cakes, candies, and tarts that steamed slightly over warmers in lieu of pies.  The other tray held small bowls of a selection of ice cream.  A scoop that resembled a spatula more than a spoon sat in a steaming cup of water.  Around the central collection, in a semi-circle, sat the vats of toppings.  One end was anchored with a bowl of cherries while the other held spray bottles of whipped cream.

Two fingers dipped into the cherries and pulled one free.  She used the stem to point at me while she spoke.  "Please.  You have nothing to fear, non?  Bring yourself closer."

She finished her speech with an entirely different kind of enticement.  The cherry reached her pursed lips and was sucked slowly within.  She opened her mouth only far enough to reveal her slender tongue and the candied treat.  With dexterity I only ever thought was a myth, she tied the stem in a bow in front of my very eyes.

Despite what had now been quite a while in Sinnoh, reaping the benefits of adult rules battles, I found myself fumbling to merely think after that display.  I hopped forward on one foot, after I stubbed my toe on the leg of Dia's table, when she placed a delicate nail on the center of my chest.  I stopped and looked up from my trials, vaguely aware of the weak, breathy, titter of giggles from behind me.

"Oh, but if you are too anxious, you will not be able to savor the delicacies arrayed before you.  Surely you are not one of those gauche brutes who like to speed through and finish as quickly as possible?  How do you say it, 'wham bam thank you ma'am'?"

The little trill she added to roll her "r"s was just exciting enough to make me ignore the insult to lefties that she wasn't even aware she made.  Instead, I found myself shaking my head, in denial, so fast I was surprised I didn't get whiplash.  I just stood there and shivered delightfully while she traced her fingernail down across my abs and stopped just short of the length that pointed accusingly at her.

"Good."  She confirmed with a quick poke to my groin before her hand drifted back over to the desert trays.  "Then may I interest you in a lady finger?  They are excel-lahnt with a hint of chocolate."

Fantina finished her suggestion by picking up one of the cake delicacies.  She brought it to her side and used it to emphasize her perfect breast by dragging it smoothly around the outer swell before she continued forward and down across her soft-but-firm waist.  To complete her promise, the lady finger drifted across the trail of chocolate still cooling on her flesh.  The pastry left a thin trail of syrup when it wandered down to round the corner beneath her styled hair and travel back up to join the main stream she had drizzled.

I never understood why the actresses (and I use the term loosely) in porn moan when doing something that pretty clearly shouldn't have the slightest affect on them.  Giving a guy a B.J. isn't exactly a euphoric act, for example.  For once, however, my natural skepticism flew right out the window and my suspension of disbelief wasn't so much "willing" as "demanding".

My mouth watered almost comically.  She uncurled her index finger from around the pastry and used it to beckon me closer.  I leaned forward and she popped the dessert into my dangling jaw.  A light tap was all she needed to close my mouth with a snap.  Damn, I felt like Brock right about then but I found I couldn't care less.

I should apologize to Faintina's chef.  I'm sure the deserts were good, I just don't remember them.  My sense of taste was of secondary importance at best right about then.  Even smell and, to a lesser extent sound and sight, quickly took a back seat to the way my body strained at the seams.

I couldn't stand it any longer so I leaned over and licked the freshly smeared trail of chocolate down between her legs.  My hands rested on her thigh and waist, purely for balance to protect her from the way my head floated and spun.  This time, I felt certain there was nothing feigned about the soft moans that issued from Fantina's lush lips.

I delivered only a flick of my tongue across her swollen bud before I leaned back once more.  My head fell back with a sigh as I fought to keep my legs steady.  My knees threatened to buckle with excitement.  While I was willing to kneel in worship of this delicious goddess, that position wouldn't help me reach the table.

"More!"  I managed to growl.

Her excited smile and intense gaze proved how much she appreciated the sentiment.  I didn't imagine the slight shake of her hand as she reached over to the tray and reclaimed the ladle from the chocolate sauce.  She began a light drizzle once more.  This time she followed the path the pastry had followed.

Her chest swelled with a sharp intake of breath and she bit her lower lip the farther down the sauce spread.  I understood.  The syrup was warm.  It wasn't anywhere near hot enough to do any damage but it pushed the edges of comfort against her bare skin.  If she didn't enjoy a little pain with her pleasure, it had to have taken a fair bit of will to continue.  Even though she did seem excited by it, the pain would increase when it reached more tender areas.  My hand joined hers and helped so that she didn't need to do it all on her own.

Fantina gasped when the first drops fell between her legs and began to seep deeper.  A slight twist of wrist poured much more syrup into the triangular juncture than she anticipated.  She cried out in a mixture of pain and pleasure before I released her hand and let the ladle return to the vat of heated chocolate.

She collapsed fully onto her back, unable to support herself momentarily.  The building desire merged with the sudden shock of the unexpected assault.  She needed a few moments to recover before she could get back on track seducing me with her desserts.

I was too impatient to let her work her amazing wiles on me.  Besides, I was the victor of the battle.  I had no intention of relinquishing my dominance to her in any fashion.

Before she could recover, I leaned forward once more and followed the fresh trail of chocolate.  I dove between her legs even more confidently than the syrup had been drizzled there.  My tongue sank deep into the puddle and pressed against her smooth flesh as it curled.  The tip unerringly found her soft, supple, bud and traced circles around it before retreating to my mouth.

Each time I swallowed chocolate, Fantina took the opportunity to take a deep breath in between her growing pants and groans.  Her breathing had become uneven.  Her stomach quivered with each questing dart of my tongue.  I could feel the muscles, barely hidden by her soft skin, shudder and tense while my goatee brushed against her sensitive mounds.

Fantina's hand darted out towards the rolling trays.  Her first desperate grab knocked over a platter of pastries, which she sent clattering to the floor in her impatience.  A moment later, the whole cart lifted off its wheels and crashed to the floor in time with her arched back and swallowed scream.  She wasn't quite there yet, but I knew I'd hit the spot.

The lift also proceeded to open her legs slightly.  My grin of triumph went unseen by Fantina.  Too bad, had she seen the feral expression she might have been prepared for what came next.  Not that it was likely to have mattered.

Two fingers swept in to catch the remaining drizzle, which slowly descended, now that her legs no longer held tightly together.  I caught it just short of her hot depths and dragged it to my mouth, by way of her quivering clit.  Her hips began to buck furiously but my other arm slipped underneath her and held her secure.

The screaming started when my fingers dropped back down and speared into her.  Even better, I hadn't forgotten the spot.  My tongue danced out and attacked her with as much vigor as my hand.

Fantina's hand lashed out and clutched at my shoulder while the other practically crushed the edge of the table.  With her ability to release the pent up ecstasy through her body thwarted by my ensnaring arm, it built within her.  Her only escapes from the bliss were the screams.  She proved French to be her natural language when I couldn't understand half of what poured from her mouth in a constant torrent.

My own desire ratcheted up significantly with each thrust of my fingers.  Her muscles gripped me firmly.  She pulsed around them, reluctant to let them retreat, even if it meant the only way to push back in.  Her body was determined to do the impossible and milk my body, uncaring that she had the wrong member within her.

I had to end it.  As much as her pleasure intoxicated me, the feel of her depths tore through my conviction and demanded I climb up onto the table with her.  I pulled myself back from her, going so far as to take a step back, just to allow myself a moment to get my bearings.  My hands dropped to my hips and it took a moment to remember that I'd left my pants at the other side of the room.  Frustrated panic welled up within me when I realized I had to put everything on hold long enough to go over and collect one of my precious condoms.

Before I could turn, Fantina's arm flopped in my direction, as if she were trying to grab me but lacked the energy.  I glanced back at her.  The slight turn was just enough to put the object of her intent within reach.  My eyes widened and my mouth dropped open in surprise when her dainty hand wrapped firmly around my straining length.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 8



"It is not time for that, yet."  She said, divining my intention perfectly.  I looked down at her in confusion.  Given her lazy, self-satisfied, smile she had no complaints about what I had already done for her.  I couldn't figure out why she wouldn't want me to continue.

Before I could figure out what she meant, she let go of me and her hand drifted over to the cart with the ice cream toppings.  Moments later, a ladle full of caramel spilled onto my engorged manhood.  The heat of the sauce didn't burn but reminded me of the moist warmth of a woman's body.  I had to force myself not to just explode then and there.  It served enough of a reason to warn her away from her obvious intent.

"You can't."  I gasped.  My control still held but only by the thinnest of threads.  "It's...I'm too close.  I won't be able to last."

The glint in her eyes was almost as terrifying as her smile.  It said she had no intention of stopping.  Of course, I hadn't thought about it but she had set the course of action in stone the moment the first drops of caramel touched my skin.  I couldn't crawl between her legs until every last dredge was cleaned off of me.

"It is a delicacy to be treasured."  Fantina responded as she slid off the table and knelt before me.  Her tongue barely touched the side of my shaft, a brief taste of the topping, and my whole body shuddered.  I couldn't argue.  "Such sweetness, entwined with your salty essence like a pair of dancers.  C'est manufique!"

Her lips closed around my tip and my head dropped back.  My eyes squeezed shut as if the lack of sight could make the sensation any more or less sweet.  If anything, the sight of myself vanishing beneath that bubble-gum hair would speed me along.  Not that I needed any help.

Her tongue began to swirl across my taut flesh as her mouth sank deeper around me.  She didn't even make it halfway down my length before I felt the pressure within my groin reach a critical mass.  I tried to call out to her, but even that little warning only served to inspire her.  She buried her lips against my loins as if she could push the climax from me with brute strength.

As it turned out, she wasn't wrong.

With my head at the back of her mouth, I began to pour my lust straight down her throat.  I felt her gag once but she quickly shifted her angle for comfort.  After another timeless moment locked against my groin, she pulled back until I practically popped out with my pulsing stream.  Then she was off; her head bobbing forward until her jaw pressed against my flesh and pulling back until her lips barely held me steady.

Her hands clawed at my hips and held me up.  My loins were on fire and poured that fire straight into her.  My whole body shook with the force of my climax.  Lightning coursed through my veins.  I hadn't counted on how much tormenting each of the five women, one after the other, had turned me on.  My head floated weightlessly.  My body wanted to explode in every direction and directly into her mouth all at the same time.

My gasps and moans of pleasure quickly became giggles as the pleasure overwhelmed me.  Her eyes rolled up in surprise at the unexpected sound.  I could feel the corners of her lips tighten in a smile as she paused in contemplation.  Her mouth seemed to close around me when she altered tactics and began to suck in as she attacked me with renewed vigor.

My hands threaded through her purple hair.  As much as my body could no longer handle the pleasure she continued to draw from me, I lacked the power to stop her.  With a strength I never could have expected from such a delicate looking body, she lowered me to the ground when my legs finally gave out.

Rather than a relief, the new position allowed Fantina to work even more furiously.  Without the need to hold me up, her hands slipped to circle my loins.  With smooth motions, she massaged her hands inward, milking every drop possible from me.  She used her own weight to press harder, with every foray to deep throat, than I have never felt before.

I might have passed out, or merely lost track of time and space due to bliss too intense to handle.  Although I still can't fully recall, she must have brought me multiple orgasms.  When the euphoric haze finally began to lift from my mind, I discovered myself in a tangle of naked flesh, proof that she kept me going long enough for her trainers to recover from my ministrations and crawl over to help hold me down.

My dazed look was reflected by the purr of the women who rubbed against every exposed part they could reach.  My body shuddered as it tried to keep track of where all the hands explored and tormented.  Meanwhile, Fantina continued to lay between my splayed legs with her head propped up by hands planted at the elbows.  Now that her assistants had arrived, she could enjoy my delightful torture from a slight distance.

"Ah.  I see you are back with us.  I believe you enjoyed yourself nearly as much as I did, n'est pas?"

I kind of doubted her mind had been blown as thoroughly as I had, in either sense of the word, but I was in no shape to argue.  Her eyes traveled down my body, stuttering at my solid abs, until they settled on my now-flaccid manhood.  One purple-nailed finger lifted it negligently and then allowed it to droop back down.  I noted that her thoroughness had cleaned every last dreg of both caramel and seed that had been spilled.

"I had hoped to enjoy you a bit more before I go back to battling, but maybe I was carried away?  Ah well.  I shall just leave you to the tender mercies of my ladies.  All I expect, is that you will be ready for me when I come back for you.  Well, that at least a part of you will be ready.  The rest, we shall see."

My eyes tried to track her as she fluidly rose, with the grace of a dancer, and spun away.  Purple hair flowed behind her like a flag and I wondered why she kept it in those absurd buns all the time when it was such a natural extension of her grace.  Then, my eyes closed with a gasp as the other women went to work on me.

Honestly, I can't tell you much more of that day.  Every bit of nearly-sadistic pleasure I took from their inability to retaliate, as I brought them to climax, was returned on me ten-fold.  I remember blond and blue hair intermingling while they both sucked on my limp head at the same time.  They must have been successful getting me back up, because I vaguely remember each of the five women straddling me in their own fashion and in their own time.

It wasn't just me who earned more attention either.  I think, one-by-one, they climbed across my neck.  With that much beauty that close, what was I supposed to do but feast?  To this day, I still count Pink Pearl among the delicacies of the world.  Especially when tasted from within the haze of utter lust and satisfaction.

Copyright, February 2014, Deathlynx 




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 9



Virtual Realities: Pokemon Diamond/Pearl

Episode: Final Battle

Disclaimer: this story is a work of fiction based on the characters in the video game: Pokemon: Diamond/Pearl. I make no claims of ownership towards these characters, only the twisted things they do in this story belong to me. If you find this story on any site except Literotica, it has been stolen from me, I would appreciate you letting me know! Enjoy the story, and remember: Feedback is crack for writers!

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"This is it! No hold barred."

I nodded, a huge, shit-eating, grin plastered to my face. "Anything goes."

Both Cynthia and I understood that we weren't just talking about the rules of the battle. Although it wasn't widely advertised, there was an impressive "playroom" beneath Victory Road. Trainers who participated in adult rules battles against the final four had access to pretty much any toy they could imagine, and probably a number that they never had.

My path here had been a long one. Over two years traveling. Stuck in the world of a video game. In truth, I wasn't entirely certain we'd get a chance to make it to the playroom. There was the strong possibility that if I "beat the game" I would finally be transported back to my old life. I wasn't sure how I felt about that but I didn't have the luxury to dwell on it now. Cynthia was among the most formidable opponents in Sinnoh and we were about to start the battle for the championship.

"Have you been keeping well? I hope my advice and introductions have been worthwhile. Together, you and your pokemon overcame all the challenges you faced, however difficult. It means that you've triumphed over any personal weaknesses, too. The power you learned...and the confidence...I can feel it emanating from you. But that's enough talk. Let's get on with why we're both here. As Pokemon League Champion, I accept your challenge!"

"Chide, come on out!" "Spiritomb, I choose you!" Without any more preamble, the battle was on. "Hydro Pump!" "Spiritomb, Dark Pulse!"

My giant penguin, Empolion, opened his mouth and an impossible torrent of water began to lash out towards Cynthia's purple and green will-of-the-whisp dark-ghost dual type. Meanwhile, the green and purple ball of fire gathered energy that instantly shot out in every direction in a ring around the pokemon. The dark energy passed right through the physical manifestation of Chide's blast of water and both attacks hit the opposing pokemon virtually simultaneously.

"You're doing great, Chide. Keep it up!" I shouted as my pokemon staggered from the force of the blow. The stream of water had hit Spiritomb but the ball-shaped pokemon rolled out of the line of fire after being blasted only a foot or so back.

"Distance didn't work so well." Cynthia reasoned as she gave her partner instructions. "Let's see if we can sully the air a bit, so we stand a better chance of dodging that Hydro Pump."

It was a sound tactic. Although powerful, Hydro Pump was notorious for its poor accuracy. I wasn't about to trust it more than once if I had any choice whatsoever. Besides, Spiritomb seemed to favor distance attacks, so I figured it would be better to get close in.

"Chide, charge him with Steel Wing!." "Spiritomb, Silver Wind!"

Silver dust began to blast from the dark flames of Spiritomb's body in much the same fashion as water had poured from my Empolion. I flinched in sympathy for my poor Chide. If you've ever been in a sandstorm or hailstorm, you can imagine the damage it does.

Meanwhile, Chide braved the assault with a charge. His right wing glowed briefly before it apparently transmuted into a shining matte steel. He closed his eyes and seemed to hover forward at speed. His body shuddered under the continued particulate impact but he bulled through until his wing smacked the floating ball of fire aside.

"Spiritomb, Psychic!"

Cynthia wasted no time on banter as she quickly issued her next command. Chide was still trying to stop and turn back towards his opponent when the Spiritomb's eyes began to glow blue. The same glow encased Chide in an aura of power and held him fast. I knew that attack well and knew the pressure it put on the target.

Despite the dire circumstances, Chide impressed me through his resistance. Not only did he continue to try to fight against the forces holding him still but little by little, inch by inch, he began to turn.

"Yeah! Go, Chide! You can do it!" I cried out in moral support.

You could see the strain on the faces of both pokemon. While it was a physical challenge against the ghost's mental skills, it was my Empolion's will that tipped the balance. Once he had turned to nearly face his foe, he focused his intent on just his head, aware that it would allow him a couple of moves while reducing the force needed to turn.

"Chide, unleash your Blizzard!"

Every remaining speck of silver that remained floating in the air was instantly pushed aside by the assault of snow and hail that burst out of Chide's open beak. The Spiritomb was blasted backwards. The attack ruined her concentration and Chide was free. With more maneuverability, he was able to turn more fully towards his enemy and keep the freezing blast on his foe.

"That enough, Spiritomb. You did a good job. Rest now." Cynthia didn't even wait for the attack to end before she pulled out a pokeball and called her back. A beam of red light shot out and engulfed the beleaguered pokemon. Chide ceased his attack the moment it was no longer necessary. It hadn't really been a KO, but we both knew the dark-ghost was out of the battle.

"Roserade, your turn!"

Cynthia knew I had blizzard at my disposal, so she must had banked on the fact that it was a slow attack to heat up, and my Empolion wasn't the epitome of speed. All it would take was one good hit and the penguin would fall. Fortunately, I had an attack considerably faster that would work almost as well.

"Chide, Drillpeck!"

Once more, my penguin launched himself straight at his opponent, spinning his whole body so that his beak resembled a drill. Roserade and Cynthia worked as a flawless team to focus the power needed for Energy Ball. Energy coalesced, Goku style, between Roserade's forward thrust blossom hands.

Chide very nearly made it in time to break through. Unfortunately, Cynthia's grass-poison pokemon pointed its twin flowers at my very first pokemon and unleashed a ball of energy that blasted Chaide back into the wall. Like the champion before me, I had my pokeball out and retrieved the Empolion from the field even before we could see his eyes swirling with defeat.

Cynthia and I eyed each other over the field of battle. Both of us had nothing but respect for the other. Well, respect and no small measure of lust. I couldn't help but smile at the thought of what would come after the contest, no matter who won. She returned the smile but wagged a finger at me, chastising me for my temporary lack of focus.

"Poe, you're up!" Cynthia flinched when my next choice coalesced into a Honchkrow. Either one of us could switch out pokemon but both were too stubborn to do it. Besides, there was a strong possibility that the pokemon we tried to pull out would take heavy damage while it gained its bearings.

"Poe, Fly!" "Roserade, quickly, Sludge Bomb before he gains height!"

My Honchkrow proved faster than her Roserade. Within moments he was already much too high to be hit by Cynthia's poison attack. He circled around, building up momentum before he dove. His wings tucked in to his sides and his feet were tucked up, ready to lash out and strike with the combined force of his strength and gravity.

"Roserade, now, use Toxic!"

Cynthia hoped she could get the attack in before my pokemon landed his blow. It didn't work. Poe swooped down with beauty more befitting an eagle or a falcon than a debonair-yet-plump crow. His claws lashed out and struck Roserade right in the chest and tossed her backwards. She landed heavily and rolled over and over on her side. Once she stopped rolling, her eyes were the very distinct spirals I never got used to seeing in person.

Cynthia's shoulders hunched. She was far from defeated but she shared my concern for our pokemon. I hated to see my pokemon fall. Despite the determination to keep fighting, you could see the pain each bit of damage caused. All you can do is trust them to know their own limits.

She switched out the fainted Roserade for Lucario. My eyebrows bunched together in confusion. Since I had one myself, I knew it was a fighting-steel type. While steel could resist Poe's flight attacks, the fighting half was especially vulnerable to them. I figured it would once more come down to speed and pure power.

"Poe, Fly again!" "Lucario, Aura Sphere."

Once more, Poe got the jump on his opponent and launched into the air. Her Lucario crouched down in a classic anime chi-gathering pose and energy began to form between her hands. She tried to release the blast at my Honchkrow before he got out of range but focusing the energy had taken too long.

"Lucario, again!" Without missing a beat, the fox-faced anthro crouched again and began to focus her chi, even as Poe circled to build momentum.

"Poe, quickly! Before he can finish building his energy!"

Dutiful to my commands, the bird dropped out of the sky, straight towards his foe. Cynthia and I watched with bated breath as the collision loomed closer. There was no longer anything we could offer but our moral support. It was a question of which of the two could complete preparations first.

Lucario dipped back before she flung her body forward, right into the face of Poe's outstretched claws. Energy exploded in all directions, blinding us and preventing any surety of the outcome of the clash. Whichever remained standing, he or she wouldn't come out of this unscathed.

I dropped my hand, which instinctively shielded my eyes from the light. My eyes began to focus to discover Poe sprawled on the ground and Lucario swaying perilously. I held my breath and continued to watch. My hand hovered by the pokeball, ready to retrieve Poe, but I refused to yield. Too many times, in anime, an unseen conclusion will prove deceptive. Lucario could be out on her feet and Poe merely stunned before popping up ready for more.

Unfortunately, it wasn't the case. Lucario shook off the effects of the combined strikes and Poe didn't move. I conceded his defeat and swapped him out for Lita, my favorite Teep. It was a bit of a risk, since Lucario's steel type canceled out its fighting weakness against psychics, but my own fighting pokemon would be just as vulnerable against hers.

We both shouted out our commands. Lita's eyes glowed, barely visible beneath her hat-like top. Lucario dropped back into her standard energy focus stance, but this time, instead of a bright ball of energy, it glowed a dark purple and blue; Shadow Ball. My little Raltz lifted Lucario off his feet by sheer strength of mental prowess and began to squeeze with Psychic. Unfortunately, the attack still left her opponent with enough mobility to get off her attack.

The ghostly energy slammed into Lita and both fell heavily to the ground. This battle was rapidly becoming hazardous for everyone involved. Each simultaneous strike left both opponents wounded enough that the next enemy could take them out with a single hit. Lucario's drop from the sky proved too much and she was out, while Lita managed to pull herself up, unsteadily.

"Come on, Togekiss. Prove to be my lucky charm!" The comment was a reference to the flying egg being the good luck pokemon. It didn't really matter, however, as I had a counter to her move.

"Lita, Thunderbolt!"

Cynthia paled but continued on with the move she intended, as any attempt to change her mind would waste precious seconds. "Togekiss, Water Pulse!"

Once more, Lita's eyes glowed beneath her helmet. This time, however, the color was yellow rather than light blue. Arcs of static shot from the glow. It built up in moments until her entire body was surrounded by a field of electricity.

Quick as the buildup was, Togekiss' preparation was quicker. The flying pokemon reared back slightly. When it flung itself forward, water shot outward towards my Raltz. Lightning blasted straight through the center of the water ring. The flier managed to partially dodge the bolt but staggered from the partial hit to her left wing. Meanwhile, Lita tossed and tumbled from the impact of the watery attack.

Lita staggered upright and responded to my encouragement by building up another charge of electricity. We had to get this hit off fast. Lita was barely able to stand so the next attack was sure to incapacitate her.

Lost in my concern for Lita, I missed what move Cynthia had called out to her pokemon. The streamlined flier was already fast in motion. She dove straight at Lita. Something about the way the tips of her wings began to glow yellow suggested that this wasn't a Fly attack. Besides, it had come too quickly for the two-turn maneuver.

In moments, the yellow glow resolved itself into sparks. Lita saw the looming attack and hurriedly launched her next Thunderbolt. The instant before it was to connect, the Togekiss suddenly veered off course. Lita's Thunderbolt flashed harmlessly past while the residual electricity built up on her foe's wings continued on in the direction she'd flown. This time, when Lita fell from the Shockwave, I didn't expect her to get up.

It was time to bring out some of my strongest fighters. I quickly weighed my options and decided on a risky move. "Rayna, your turn!" The red energy from my pokeball resolved itself into the same dark fox-faced form that had just been under Cynthia's control.

The champion looked a bit confused by my tactic and even more so by my confidence. As with my attempt against her Lucario, Flying attacks were perfectly reasonable against Rayna, if not super effective as they would be against other fighting types. Meanwhile, my fighting attacks would be of little use against her flier.

I had confidence in Rayna, however.

"Togekiss, Air Slash!" I could tell Cynthia was trying not to be too arrogant about her chances, but she couldn't help the hint of overconfidence that crept in.

"Rayna, use Rock Climb to climb the brick walls and attack from above!" Cynthia's eyes widened in surprise. Rock Climb was a normal type attack, so would be unhindered by type advantage or disadvantage.

Togekiss waved first one wing, then the other, in the direction of my rapidly moving Lucario. Blades of barely visible air flashed across the distance and began to strike the wall as Rayna jumped surely from one brick to the next. She held on to the slimmest cracks in the wall, undisturbed as mortar and brick exploded around her.

Soon enough, Ranya was above the level of her flying opponent. Another blade of hardened air crashed into the wall where she had been moments before. She pushed off of the wall and into free air; bricks exploding at her feet. Togekiss could not keep up with her speed as she arced high overhead.

Rayna crashed down from above. Her feet led the way, still pumping as they had while she climbed the wall. Togekiss tried one last time to hit her but she was too close, right between her slashing wings, and the attempt sailed harmlessly past. One, two, three kicks slammed the flier out of the sky and across the ground even as the Lucario flipped backward to land in a crouch, prepared for the next strike.

"Rayna, quickly, follow up with Flash Cannon!" I cried out. Hopefully the steel-type attack would connect before Togekiss could recover.

"Togekiss, no! Get up and use Air Slash!"

It was a valiant effort. The large, streamlined, flier managed to pump her wings enough to allow her to hover off the ground. Rayna quickly charged up her attack; a glimmering silver ball held between both hands in front of her. The flier wobbled as she sent a single sweep of air towards my pokemon. The steel attack blasted out, ripped the feeble air attack to shreds as it passed, and slammed into Togekiss with explosive force.

"Togekiss, return." Cynthia mumbled, clearly disheartened by the extent of damage dealt to her companion. "Milotic, you're up."

I waited for her to switch out pokemon and the beautiful serpent to not only coalesce but get settled. I'd met unscrupulous trainers who launched attacks right on the heels of summoning a pokemon. I never had any patience with them and they quickly learned the error of their ways when they tried it on me. Once Cynthia set her focus from her new pokemon to the match, we both called out our next moves.

"Milotic, Aura Sphere!" "Rayna, Close Combat!"

Cynthia's water serpent quickly built up a ball of chi right at her mouth while Rayna used her incredible speed to charge forward. The energy ball flew too quickly for my Lucario to dodge. Rayna took the hit on her shoulder with a wince of pain but refused to let up on her charge. Although badly injured, she slammed into Milotic full force. Her arm caught the flailing body and continued on until they both crashed into the wall. Milotic hit first and took the brunt of the impact.

"Milotic, no!" Cynthia called out when both pokemon collapsed to the ground.

Rayna had seen better days, but she managed to stagger to stand, with on hand on the wall for support. I was tempted to recall her then and there, but I knew my opponent was down to her last pokemon, what it was, and that Rayna had one trick left up her sleeve that might win it outright without the need to bring in my last two.

Sure enough, Cynthia recalled her downed friend and brought out Garchomp. "I can't remember the last time I was put in a corner like this!"

I grinned. "Just wait 'till you see what I can do when I really have you trapped in a corner!"

I could tell from her shocked expression, and the way her hips began to sway slightly, that the innuendo had not been lost on her. Even better, at this point in the match, it acted as a pleasant distraction. She might only have the one pokemon left, to my three, but I knew it was her strongest.

"Rayna, Dragon Pulse!" "Garchomp, Earthquake!"

My Lucario's arms flew wide then came together with a clap. Purple energy built instantly and was released in a ring outward towards his opponent. Meanwhile, her anthropomorphic shark leapt up and slammed his fin-like arms against the ground. Dirt buckled in a wave outward from the impact and began to shake the room.

Rayna's focus shattered as she lost her balance. As weak as she already was, she collapsed from the bumps and bruises caused by the tremendous quake. Her dragon attack flew harmlessly wide, out of control from the moment it left her hands.

"You did good, Rayna. Time to rest." I soothed as I recalled her. "Jive, it's your turn."

I couldn't tell you how I came up with the name, but it seemed to fit my pokemon's loose and ready personality. When the red energy vanished, two Garchomps stared across the arena at one another. It had the potential for an epic conflict and I let Cynthia lead on this one. She was well known for Garchomp as her signature pokemon and it would be better to try to counter her moves than fall into a trap.

"Garchomp, Flamethrower!" "Jive, you too!"

It was a probe, nothing more. When the game first came out, dragon types had been the answer to the four basic elemental types. While not particularly weak or strong against any other type, fire, water, grass and electric attacks do little good against them. To launch two fire attacks was tantamount to measuring each other's proverbial dicks.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 9



Both pokemon reared back and let loose a torrent of fire from their mouths. The temperature ratcheted up in the large space very quickly as both jets collided in the center and fanned outward in comically unrealistic fashion. I threw up an arm as feeble protection against the heat and light.

From what I could tell, the two pokemon were fairly evenly matched. Jive was probably a little bit weaker than his opponent, however that didn't matter when type advantage and syncronicity all aligned. As the flames died down, I knew the next attack would settle these two once and for all.

"Jive/Garchomp, Dragon Rush!" We shouted simultaniously.

As one, the rocket-like protrusions on either side of their heads sprang to life. Energy flared behind them like jets. Each reared back a clawed fin while the jets added speed to the attacks. Seconds ticked by as the two dragons raced towards each other. Claws whipped forward and both pokemon broke from their mad dash to collapse and roll across the floor.

Cynthia and I watched and waited. Both combatants were heavily damaged. It only remained to see if either, or both, could pull themselves back to their feet. I wasn't surprised when the champion's dragon dragged itself heavily to one knee. Cynthia's grin practically split her face when it was clear Jive wasn't as fortunate. I collected him back into his pokeball.

"I won't let this end yet! This match is too fun to let it end this easily! Do you have anything else you can send against me?"

It had been a while since last we had battled each other. She didn't know my roster, but she should have at least been able to count the number I'd used against her and known I had one more in the wings. It had been a hard battle, however, so it was easy to understand how she might have slipped in her counting.

My hand came up; my last pokeball lightly perched atop my fingers. Her smile faltered slightly but refused to vanish. No matter who won, it had been well fought. I gripped the ball more tightly and pointed at the center of the field.

"Hel. It's time to wrap this thing up."

Despite the fact that Vikings were mentioned in the first movie, Norse mythology seemed to be completely nonexistent in this world. Or maybe it was just that I was too far away from Norway (or Minnesota as pointed out in the same movie). That certainly explained why Cynthia didn't react at the mention of my pokemon's name. If she didn't understand before the red energy cleared, she certainly did a moment later. Her jaw dropped open in horror and she visibly paled.

I'd held Hel back because she had numerous weaknesses. Near as I could tell, the grass-ice type Abomasnow had the most type disadvantages in the game. That didn't matter to me. I'd caught her fair and square and helped someone out of a jam doing it. That it also meant I had the single most effective weapon against dragon types in reserve throughout the battle only added to my fortune.

Cynthia shook her head and looked over at her battered Garchomp. Almost any attack would probably do to take him down, but a single ice type move, super effective against both dragons and ground types, would make it a painful certainty. She only had one choice, and it relied on her Garchomp being faster on the attack than Hel.

He wasn't. Hel's Ice Beam shot out with little warning, at my command, while Flamethrower had to build up slightly. By the time Garchomp reared back to spit out the fire, it continued its momentum backwards as Ice Beam tossed the dragon aside like a rag doll.

With a heavy sigh, but a much lighter expression, Cynthia recalled her final pokemon. "Just a few moments ago, you were the most powerful challenger. And just now, you became the most powerful of all the Trainers. You are now our newest Champion!"

Even in defeat, Cynthia remained poised and confident. The twinkle in her eyes said that she appreciated defeat almost as much as she would have victory. Between us, the challenge meant all. It didn't matter if we won or lost, just that we got to push ourselves to the limits and have fun while doing so.

"Before we get to your rewards, there is one last thing we must do." I couldn't help but be excited by the seductive way she said 'rewards' but I remembered from the other games that there was one last step before the credits rolled, so to speak. "As the new champion, you and your companions shall be recorded in the Hall of Fame."

Dutifully, I followed her out the small door at the back of the room. The next room was mostly taken up by a large computer. On the front sat pockmarks designed to hold pokemon in their balls. Cynthia held out a hand towards me and I obediently handed over all six of my companions.

I couldn't help but tense as she put the balls into the machine. If I was going to be sent back, this was likely it. I had defeated the game and the last scene was about to end. As the computer scanned my pokemon into its memory, the screen would fade to black and credits will roll.

I hadn't realized I'd closed my eyes until I felt a light touch on my arm. Nervous of what I would find, and uncertain which fate I wanted, I glanced over. Concern clouded Cynthia's beautiful blond face. She knew nothing of my origin or my worries.

That complete lack of angst finally did it. I spun towards her and stood in one fluid motion. Her eyes sprang wide in surprise. She instinctively recoiled slightly when I lunged and wrapped my arms around her. One hand cupped the back of her head while the other clutched her waist.

All through my travels in Sinnoh, well over two years of my life, I never once kissed anyone. Sure, it sometimes seemed that I'd fucked and sucked my way through half the female population of the fantasy world, but I'd held back that one thing. As unreasonable as it seemed, the lack implied, to my mind if nowhere else, that it was just sex. All animal attraction and physical need and no emotions.

Only two woman had come close to drawing me in. The simple innocence and self-consciousness of Gardinia had pulled all the right strings with my protector nature. The pure surprised joy she elicited during our brief period together was not only its own aphrodisiac but also a good way to bind me to her if we'd stuck together for longer than the single time.

The other was the woman who found me and took me under her wing when I discovered myself inexplicably in a world that shouldn't exist. She explained the rules, showed interest in a guy with a bit of an inferiority complex, and even pointed me in the direction of other women in need. It's implicit that she not only is willing to share but also expected me to wander and experience everything.

When my mouth met with Cynthia's, there was no hesitation in me. The only question was whether she would reciprocate or not. For a moment, I feared I'd overstepped the bounds of our unusual relationship when she hesitated. After her initial surprise at the unexpected escalation, her mouth opened softly and her tongue slipped out to meet mine.

Cynthia's hands came to rest on my hips. Her body pressed against mine with a need that shocked me. All this time, had she thought more of me than the casual fling I had assumed? Her hands glided around my back and wrapped up to my shoulder blades in order to pull me closer. Her soft breasts strained as they pressed against my solid chest.

After very nearly a minute, our heads tore from each other as if brute strength had been required to overcome our desire to remain fused. Somehow, our chests managed to heave in gulps of air despite the desperation with which our bodies remained pressed together. Cynthia's eyes reflected the same surprise and awe of my own over how strongly the other responded.

"You...I never thought...when..."

I tilted my head forward to silence her unformed questions with a much softer kiss than the urgent one that had begun this. Cynthia's gray eyes drifted closed in contentment. Her body melted into my embrace and warmth spread throughout me, filling my muscles with the strength to hold her indefinitely.

I ran my hand through her incredibly thick, long, blond hair, now that the urgency and need to hold her steady had cleared. I caught the black barrette ornament that stuck out and tossed it aside. Once that was clear I was able to comb through from her ear all the way down her back until my arm could no longer reach.

Cynthia's hands clutched at my back, as if in search of hand holds to keep me from escape. There was no need. My own hand remained firmly around her and pressed our hips together. The bulge in my jeans pressed firmly against her soft body and she began to squirm enticingly. The extra friction only spurred me on and soon neither of us could wait.

We refused to break the kiss, even as we both scrambled for each other's clothing. Our bodies pulled apart just enough for desperate hands to sneak between while our lips remained locked. Cynthia's trademark pendant popped off in my haste to undo the single clasp that held her jacket closed. I paused just long enough to let her pull my own trench coat off my arms before I instantly returned the favor.

Shirts were trickier. Hands fumbled with the bottoms and managed to pull them out from our pants. I began to lift hers; impatient to divest her of her clothes but still anxious to run my hands across her smooth skin. My thumbs, gliding up her firm stomach, broke my concentration entirely when they reached the silky mounds of her breasts. I'd forgotten the feel of them, large enough to enjoy but small enough they seemed to fit perfectly within my hands; small enough that she never wore a bra beneath her chemise-style tank top.

The kiss faltered and broke apart when my thumbs found her taut nipples. Her head snapped back and she let out a moan of pure desire. Her hands, already desperate to gain purchase on my shirt, clenched at the sensation. She was frozen with the surprise of the power of her reaction.

I took advantage of the situation and quickly slipped the shirt over her head. I got her to lean forward with another playful taunt of her nipples. Her head snapped forward as her back arched, seeking escape from the sweet sensation. Seconds later she was topless and her shirt hung loose between her hands, still gripping my shirt.

Cynthia let go just long enough for her top to fall free before she rushed to grab my clothes once more. If she was a bit rough taking my shirt off, I didn't mind. I threw my own arms up to help her with the process. She got rid of the shirt as quickly as possible but paused at the sight of my bare torso.

It had been quite a while since we'd last seen each other and the extra travel had hardened my body even since then. Although desperate to move along, impatient for even the intimacy of another kiss, I allowed the pause in the action as her fingers traced my muscles. From the reverent way she memorized my body, it was clear she had thought of me so often that the new reality came as a shock (hopefully a pleasant one).

Gray eyes drifted up to meet mine. There was a vulnerability in them that I never would have expected from the strong, kind, Sinnoh champion. "You've changed."

Although made as a statement, there was an inherent question behind it. If my two-plus years of travel had changed my physique this much, what had the adventures done to me? Once, there had been a spark between us that went beyond our physical compatibility. Although she couldn't come right out and ask, she feared all of my time with adult rules battles had cured me of the sentimentality that would drive me to feel something special for her.

Rather than answer her, and maybe make her self-conscious over the unasked questions, I once more wrapped her in my arms. My eyes drifted closed as I pulled her close and guided her head to my shoulder. I'd never dated a woman this close to my height but it felt right to nuzzle her hair with my cheek. Once more, she held me tight. This time, however, it felt less like fear that I would disappear than gratitude that I was finally there.

Although the emotional moment had slowed our tempo, it did nothing to cool our mutual need. She finally pulled away and stepped out of my embrace entirely. With our hands entwined, she backed up towards an elevator in the wall. The doors opened just before we reached them and shut the moment I passed through. Had I not been distracted by her half-naked beauty, I probably would have expected silly Star Trek sound effects to go with them. The elevator was comfortably appointed with plush cushioned seats but we had eyes only for each other.

The trip down was short. When the doors opened behind me, a gentle push on our conjoined hands was all that was needed to guide me backwards out of the elevator. It didn't take much observation to know we were in the fabled dungeon of the Elite Four. What surprised me was the relatively small amount of space devoted to any kind of fetishes. A good chunk of floor space, in this overly large room, was taken up by much more mundane pursuits; a king-sized bed stacked with pillows and cushions, a massage table, a Jacuzzi, a well appointed kitchen. There was even a corner of the room devoted to a couch and an impressive entertainment center.

Cynthia's eyes darted around the room uncertainly. I as the victor, had the right to choose anything and she was honor bound to follow, especially when we had declared nothing out of bounds. While everything down there showed wear and loving care, there was only one thing that interested me at the moment.

I continued to stare into her eyes, letting myself enjoy her perfect breasts in my peripheral vision, as I led her. Our hands remained entwined and our arms at full extension while I walked backwards. She glanced, once, over my shoulder before her attention returned fully to me. A shy smile crept across her lips, the only sign that she approved of my choice.

The back of my legs bumped against the objective. Her eyes widened and nervous uncertainty returned in full force when she watched me drop to one knee, her hands still held in mine between us. She wasn't ready for some full declaration of love and devotion. That was fine. I wasn't about to go all Brok on her either.

The nerves slowly vanished, but the uncertainty remained, when I released her hands and began to undo her pants. From where I kneeled on the floor, I remained fully beyond her reach, which left her hands fumbling for something to do. Her black dress pants pooled around her ankles, unable to drop away completely due to her heeled boots, to leave her completely bare.

Not even a blond tuft showed above the delicate "v" junction of her legs. She watched me, a little self-consciously, as I studied her every curve. Her unshakable champion persona faltered again but it only made her more perfect in my eyes. The last time, I hadn't gotten this chance. I wanted to drink it all in and memorize her every curve.

Finally, I stood up. I guided her, with my hands on her hips, to turn around and sit on the edge of the bed. I dropped to my knees again and worked off each boot in turn. While I slipped the discarded pants off of her feet, I noticed her thighs were tight with tension. From what I knew of her personality, she wasn't the type of person to take advantage of her skill and the power of her pokemon to ask the vanquished to go down on her. Maybe, like me, it was something more intimate and beyond her ability to ask for it. She was uncertain how to act in unfamiliar territory, with me so close to her lust.

My eyes twinkled when I glanced up at her. Her body tensed a little more at the sight of my playful grin. My first kiss landed on the inside of her ankle. Every two inches higher, I placed another. She dutifully opened her legs with only the slightest instruction from my fingers but I could tell the effort it cost her. Tremors reverberated through her and her breath had shortened.

Her hands remained folded on her lap. I was two kisses away from my goal when I reached up and lightly pulled her hands apart and placed them on the sheets by her sides. Her fingers curled in the sheets but she accepted the change.

One last glance up showed Cynthia bit her lip as she watched me. There was a desperate hope in her eyes that would have solidified my resolve if I hadn't already planned to go forward. No one, man or woman, should be that desperate for something so simple, just because they couldn't bring themselves to ask for what they truly wanted.

My arms slid beneath her thighs and wrapped around her hips. Cynthia nearly fell backward but caught herself with braced arms. The combination of my hands and her new position opened her up wide to me. One kiss landed on the tender junction of leg and hip and one last crossed to repeat the same on the other side. Her whole body shook in anticipation.

Even before I moved in, I could see the proof of her need. Her petite pink folds glistened with desire. Her bud was flush and stood out, slightly, from its protective hood. I couldn't resist. I leaned forward and gently kissed that dark nub. A delicate mewl escaped from her in appreciation.

Conscious of her apparent lack of experience, there was so much that I immediately set aside for later. So was close enough that I wouldn't need a barrage of tricks. I would save them until she could learn to appreciate the extra effort.

My tongue crept out and slowly glided between her folds. Her body parted before me until I reached her sensitive pearl. Her arms shook and her head dropped back. She began to whimper even before I slowly pressed against her need. She gasped. "Oh God!"

"Please." Cynthia whispered when I placed another light kiss on her bud. I obliged.

My tongue began to lap up the sweet desire that seeped from her in time with my ministrations. I pressed with each flick. Every third pass the pressure, instead, swirled around the base, shifting back the protective hood and opening her even more.

The tremors in her arms grew so great she collapsed backwards, though her hands remained tangled in the sheets. Her hips fought my hands in a confused attempt to either seek more of, or escape from, the torment. My grip defeated every attempt, even when her whole body began to rock with the attempts.

Short staccato breaths were her only response to my attentions. Cynthia couldn't even gather enough air to moan or plead any more. I knew by the rapid twitches of her muscles that she grew close. I cinched my arms tighter and pressed my face against her. My upper lip pushed her folds back to offer more access to her throbbing clit while my chin pressed against the sensitive muscles of her hot depths.

It was too much for her to bear. Cynthia screamed out. Her whole body arched, as if struck by lightning. A moment later her feet wrapped around my head in a strangle hold while the rest of her body writhed up and down, side to side, in time with her screams. In direct contradiction, her hips constantly tried to pull away while her legs pushed me harder.

Fresh desire surged into me. Every second of her euphoric screams were an aphrodisiac. Every time her body bucked sent a fresh pulse of blood straight to my groin. Every time she clutched helplessly at the sheets added to the pressure that built within me.

I let up before she could inure herself to the sensation. Her boneless body continued to twitch as if random shocks sprang from the bed to torment her. I smiled and enjoyed the view as I kicked off my boots and let my pants drop. The aftershocks had only begun to fade when I finally climbed onto the bed completely naked.

I couldn't help the warmth that filled my chest when Cynthia's dazed smile turned towards me. Actually, it was more apt to say her head flopped in my direction. Her eyes looked like they could barely focus but she glanced down at my hand and noticed what I cupped there as I crawled towards her. Weakly, her hand drifted over to cover mine.




Virtual Reality: Pokemon D/P Ch. 9



"Do you have to?"

My mouth dropped open to immediately insist it was necessary, but I stopped and truly considered my answer. In all my time in Sinnoh, I'd only failed to use a condom once. That time was only because I'd let my guard down around a sweet, innocent, young woman who held me inside her; when I tried to pull out because I hadn't been able to find prophylactics yet.

Ever since, I'd been diligent about their use. Even the whole week I was tied down by Officer Jenny. (Well, when she wasn't painting her own body with my cum.) Even with Cynthia.

The thing was, I'd never even heard mention of a STD in all that time. I'd come to realize that the whole reason it was so hard to get my hands on condoms was because they weren't as necessary as they were in my world. The only reason anyone ever used them was to prevent pregnancy, and every woman in this unrealistic world seemed to know her fertility cycle down to the minute.

I just used them out of a combination of habit and ingrained fear of unwanted pregnancy. Because it was Cynthia, and she had specifically asked, he trusted that she wasn't out to get pregnant. I had to admit I was nervous, but I dropped the still-wrapped condom over the edge of the bed and was rewarded by a smile that would melt the snow and turn a flower towards her at the height of the day.

During the moments of reflection, Cynthia's hand had gained enough energy that she managed to drag it over to the hard length that pointed harshly between my legs. My eyes closed with a pleasant sigh at the feather-light brush of her skin. The caress had nothing to do with arousing me or getting me off. She simply wanted to experience the feel of me before we joined.

I crawled over and straddled Cynthia's waist. She managed to loop her arms around my neck and lift herself just enough that I was able to reposition her more towards the center of the bed. Her legs no longer dangled off the edge and she spread them invitingly beneath me. I obliged and crawled back until my knees pressed against her inner thighs. Her hands lazily trailed from my neck to tangle in my hair.

We were both ready; me straining against the bounds of my flesh and her practically weeping to ease my way in. Even still, we both fell into the moment and paused to drink in the sight of the other. Soft warmth radiated from my chest to mingle delightfully with the burning need in my core.

My tip brushed against her hot folds and we both shuddered. Cynthia's eyes drifted closed. Her hands clenched in my hair and her legs wrapped around my hips demandingly. I wanted to resist and take it slowly, not because I feared her unready for my size but because I wanted the experience to last forever but knew it I couldn't hold out.

I managed an inch, maybe two, at the leisurely pace I had intended, before my body betrayed me. The slightest weakness was al she needed. Her legs pressed in and my hips obliged to crash forward. We cried out in unison that the wait was over at last.

It amazed me how tightly she clung to me. Even with the abundant moisture, I could feel every bit of her depths. Our impassioned groans attested to the fact that we both appreciated the effort it took to push myself deeper. Her legs hugged me and urged me farther and harder each time I pulled back even slightly.

I wanted her. She was beauty and passion and strength incarnate. Just being in her presence turned me on. There aren't words for how desperate the pressure within me became when I was in contact with so much of her flawless skin. There was no way I could last, surrounded by her burning flesh.

I'd like to say I made sure to hold out until I was at least certain she would finish, but I had no such control. It was a happy coincidence, or maybe just proof of how well we worked together, that she cried out her release at the same moment bliss exploded throughout my body.

I rode her and she rocked beneath me. The world shook with the force of an earthquake. The heavens opened and lifted us among the clouds. Fireworks exploded behind my closed eyelids. All I could feel of my body was a constant flow of energy out through my groin and back in through the hands that had pulled my tight against her chest, between those perfect breasts.

Our merged body writhed in perfect synchronicity. Every time I thrust, she opened to invite me deeper and pushed with her feet to ensure it. Every time she began to tighten as another surge bled from her, my hips pulled back allowing my thick shaft to massage her back to fresh heights.

We continued on and spurred each other to a new climax when we began to fade. It was only when the strength of our bodies gave out that we fell back into ourselves. The world seemed dimmer without her soul entwined with mine but I couldn't help the glazed glow of joy that radiated from me. From the way she remained languidly draped around me, I suspected she felt the same way (only with dead weight atop her rather than beneath).

"It's good to be the champion." I rolled off of her and murmured, though our limbs remained thoroughly and delightfully entangled. The cooling beat of her heart thumped hot against my cheek.

I don't know how she managed to find the strength to shift enough to kiss the top of my head. It was a gentle and endearing gesture which lightened my heart. It proved there was more between us than just twin passions for pokemon and sex.

"It has its perks." She murmured in agreement. "Though I doubt you'll be around long enough to experience them all."

There was surprisingly little sorrow in what could have been a recrimination. I managed to lift my head enough to glance up at her expression. She seemed almost wistful as her hand began to stroke through my hair. She sensed my confusion and concern and looked down.

"I have a feeling you'll be moving on before too long. There's a whole wide world out there and you seem to be one attracted to adventure." I was about to deny I could ever leave her when she smiled and continued. "Oh, but I never said I'm not interested in wandering too. Remember, I'm no longer champion. You've freed me to seek my own passions."

I had to admit, these past two years had reawakened a thirst for adventure that had been pushed aside for the responsibilities of the real world. Besides, it was now clear to me that my journey would go on, just as there was no clear ending to any of the Pokemon games. There were always more pokemon to catch.

Even when you finished everything in a game, cleared the pokedex and finished all the side-quests, a new region would open up with a new world to explore. It was always a new world and I looked forward to it as never before.

I would like to thank all of the fans who took their time to contact me and let me know how much this series is appreciated. Also for your patience as I got them out on a schedule only my muse could possibly comprehend.

For the moment, I have no intention of adding to the world of Adult Rules Pokemon, and certainly the Diamond/Pearl series is at its end, but who knows what will inspire me in the future. As I note at the end, they're always putting out new regions for new pokemon (not to mention spin-off games) so there will be plenty of fodder to inspire me as long as people continue to make the games such big sellers.

Thank you again for reading. If you enjoyed this series, I've published many other stories on Lit you might also enjoy. Also, please don't forget that many others have contributed their own romps through the world of video games (including another Pokemon game) in the rest of the chain series "Virtual Realities".

Copyright, April 2012, Deathlynx