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Movie Night	By : CyberDark Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 4370 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter List
- 1-Movie Night
- 1
It was a beautiful day along Route 4. The Pidove were cooing gently on the bridge supports, the Sandile scuttled along in their burrows, and the Frillish floated gently along the surface of the water. Everything was peaceful.
Except for the ground quaking and the loud roars echoing from the road that is…
Whipping up a huge stream of earth and sand, a Rhyperior charged across the desert floor with all the grace and speed of a tank, spinning its horn in a devastating Drill Run. Reaching its target, it drove its horn into the ground, sending chunks of rock flying in all directions. Blinking its eyes clear of the dust, he bent down, searching for the crumpled body of his foe. Seeing nothing, he stood up, swiveling his head in confusion.
Suddenly, he felt a light tapping on his cheek. Turning his head to the right, his eyes widened in shock: a Roselia was perched on his huge shoulder armor, eyes agleam with mischief. Seeing that she’d been caught, she gave a little curtsy, stuck out her tongue in an impish way, and slapped him hard across the cheek with a thorny arm.
Roaring in agony, the Rhyperior smashed a hefty arm across his shoulder, but the Roselia had already hopped away, floating gently to the group about eight feet away. Standing behind her, a young man stood patiently, smiling down at her.
“You may as well throw in the towel boy!”
Raising his head, the boy smiled across at the man on the opposite side of the road; his fancy clothes and ornate purple cape clearly distinguished him as a Dragon Tamer.
“My Rhyperior’s my trump carp, lad; he and I have been together for years and we’ve never lost a battle.”
The young man smiled, chuckling softly to himself. “I must admit, that’s very impressive. But my Roselia’s special to me too. She and I have been together for a long time as well, and she’s definitely my lucky lady.”
Hearing this, the Roselia blushed slightly, swaying her body side to side as a pleasant aroma wafted across the battlefield. The Dragon Tamer smiled as well, “I must admit, it’s impressive to see such devotion to your Pokémon in one so young. It’s a shame I have to crush you both.
“We’ll see about that. Roselia, charge your Solarbeam now!” With a cry of “Rose!” the little thorn Pokémon raised her flowers skyward and began to concentrate. Slowly, specks of light began to coalesce around her body and she began to shine.
The older man’s eyes widened; the Roselia was a lot tougher than she looked and his Rhyperior wasn’t a Solid Rock Pokémon. This could be bad. “Quickly, while she’s charging up, use Rock Wrecker!”
The Rhyperior responded to the threat instantly. Reaching behind him, he tore a massive boulder from the rock wall behind him, earning a chorus of screeches from the family of Scraggys clustered behind it. One growl from the Rhyperior sent them scurrying into the desert. Spinning around, the Rhyperior hefted the enormous boulder into the air and suspended it in the air with his aura. Shining with a red glow, the boulder began to compress, helped along by shards of Rhyperior’s skin that broke off to crush it further. Finally, when the ball was approximately three feet wide, he launched it in Roselia’s direction.
“Quick, Roselia, try and dodge it!” the young man shouted. Looking up from her concentration, the Roselia’s eyes widened. She managed to bend herself over backwards, swaying like a reed in a gale. The boulder whizzed over her petite form, speeding straight towards the young man. Realizing his predicament, the young man gave a very unmanly yelp, jumped to the side, and watched with bugged-out eyes as the boulder shattered into pieces a few yards away from where he now stood.
Now Roselia was pissed; that great oaf had nearly injured her beloved trainer with his clumsy attacks. With a yell, she jumped into the air, her body ablaze with golden light. She spun in the air, crossed her arms together across her chest, then fired the beam straight into the Rhyperior’s gut.
With a roar not quite as powerful as it has been a few minutes earlier, the Rhyperior crossed its arms across its belly, fell to its knees, then fell to the road in a dead faint. The crashing sound was heard as far away as Castelia City and the road cracked underneath its enormous bulk. With a cry of surprise, the Dragon Tamer rushed to his fallen comrade; the young trainer also ran over, only stopping to make sure catch Roselia as she fell slowly to earth.
“How’s he doing?”
“Well, he’s out cold, that’s for sure.” The older man sighed, pulling out a Pokeball and recalling his Pokémon in a flash of red light. Rising from his crouch, the man turned to face his young adversary. With a smirk, he offered his hand. “Congratulations, young man, you’ve raised a fine Pokémon there, not many can take on my Juggernaut and escape unscathed as she did.”
The Roselia, perched on the ground beside her trainer’s shin, smiled and pulled on her master’s pants leg. Smiling down at her, he bent down and rested his palm on the road. She proceeded to scamper up his arm quick as you like until she stood on his shoulder at eye level with the Dragon Tamer.
“The name’s Lancelot, it’s a pleasure to have had this match with you. Here are your two thousand Poke-Dollars as we agreed.” Still smiling, the man handed over a money clip stuffed with bills. Taking the money and tucking it away in a pocket, the young man gripped the gentleman’s hand in a firm grip.
“The pleasure was all mine; you really had us on the ropes there.” The older man let out a quiet chuckle, “Yes, it was an excellent fight. By the way, I never got your names.”
“The name’s Jonathon, Jonathon Banks. You can just call me Chris though, everyone does. My partner-in-crime’s name is Rose.”
Smirking, Lancelot turned away back towards Castelia City. Walking a few paces, he looked back at Chris out of the corner of his eyes. “Well, it has been an honor to meet you Chris, your Pokémon are all very impressive. But really, Rose?”
The young man flushed slightly as the little Roselia laughed quietly from her perch on his shoulder.
“I told you, didn’t I? Rose and I have been together for a long time. She was my first Pokémon. It seemed perfectly appropriate at the time. Besides, you really like that name, don’t you girl?”

“ROSE!” The little Pokémon nodded enthusiastically as she released a sweet smell from her blossoms.
Again, Lancelot chuckled. “Well, then the two of you are a perfect match. If you’ll excuse me, I need to head back to Castelia to get my Pokémon healed up; I’m not braving that desert without them. Good luck to you, Chris, and may we meet again sometime.”
With that, and a flash of his elegant cape, the man was off down the road.
Ruffling Rose’s hair, Chris turned around, facing towards Nimbasa City. “Well, partner, shall we head off? Climbing across his shoulders and gripping his hair, she stuck her arm forward with a determined “Rose!”
Chris laughed. “Well, you’re the boss. Let’s go.”
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As they walked up the road towards Nimbasa, Chris enjoyed taking in the beautiful sights of the cliffs and desert sand. Countless people passed him, heading back from the business metropolis of Castelia after a hard day’s work. The time was about four thirty, rush hour. As they passed him, some glanced back in his general direction, laughing in a cheerful way.
Chris knew that his clothes weren’t what they found so amusing. He was wearing a simple outfit. A black tracksuit with red accents and a pair of Ninjask brand sneakers. What they were laughing at was Rose. Feet spread across his shoulders, waving her flowers back and forth, she was the picture of happiness. Chris didn’t really mind. She loved riding on his shoulders and she had been doing the waving thing since she was little. She would spend hours, just absorbing sunlight and keeping an eye on everything from her perch.
Leaving her to her fun, Chris let his mind wander back to his life so far. He had grown up in Dewford Town, in Hoenn. He was the first of two children; his younger sister was about a year younger than him. He had always been interested in history, so he used to spend an inordinate amount of time frolicking on the island, searching for rare items and treasures. He had enjoyed this so much that he hadn’t even left for his Pokémon journey yet when he turned ten.
One day, while exploring near the edge of the mountain, he had tripped and fallen head over heels down the slope. Coming to rest on his face, he picked himself up, rubbing his sore spots and shaking the dust off himself. Looking around, he spied a small green form wriggling on the ground a short distance away. It was a little Roselia, lying on its back like it had just been knocked over somehow. Walking over, he reached a hand out to try and help it up. Suddenly, he stiffened in fear. The Roselia had lifted its head up from where it lay.
It was sniffling and it had a big bump on its head, but its eyes promised him pain. Shrinking back, he tried to scoot away. But quick as you like, the Roselia had jumped to its feet, held out an arm, and clotheslined him with a thorny elbow before he could even blink. Writhing in pain on his back, Chris suddenly felt a soft weight land on his chest. Craning his neck, he saw the Roselia standing on him, ready to dole out more righteous punishment.
“Wait, please, I didn’t mean it! I fell down the hill accidently and knocked you over. It wasn’t intentional! Please, not the thorns again, at least not in the face!”
Having clenched his eyes tight shut, Chris waited for the inevitable thorny pain. But it didn’t come. Strangely, Chris thought he could hear laughter. Daring to peek, he opened one eye a fraction. The Roselia had crossed her small flowers in front of her face and was laughing at him! Thankful for a reprieve, Chris began to laugh as well. The two of them laughed for a good, long while.
That was the start of a friendship that would last a lifetime.
Chris smiled at the memory. The two of them had departed on their Pokémon journey soon after that, conquering Hoenn first, then Kanto, Johto, and Sinnoh. Although their merry band had expanded over the course of their journey over the last twelve years, Chris had sworn never to catch another Grass-type. Roselia was his best friend; he didn’t need anyone else.
A nudge from a leg behind his ear brought him back to reality. They had just passed through the gates of Nimbasa City and were strolling down the main boulevard.
“So, what do you think, a bite to eat first or should we find ourselves a room?”
“Rose, Rose.”
“Alright, alright, you win, let’s find us some accommodations.”
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The Pokémon Center was always a cheerful place to visit. The air was crisp and cool, the tiled floors shone, and the Nurse was always bouncy. Chris walked through the sliding doors and took it all in. Letting the doors close behind him, he strode across the lobby to the desk. Roselia slid down his shoulder and arm, hopping off him onto the smoother countertop.
Turning away from her computer screen, the nurse bounced over to assist them.
“Ah, new visitors! It’s so wonderful to see you. I’m Nurse Joy, what can I do for you?”
“The name’s Chris, I was hoping to get a room here for a few days.”
“Of course, of course, let me just check the registry to see what we have.”
Motioning him over, she walked down the counter back to her computer. Rose walked down the counter after her; picking up his bag, Chris did likewise. Typing at her keyboard, the nurse kept up the conversation while she worked. “So, I take it you’re here to challenge Elesa?” “Yeah, that’s the plan.” “Well, there are plenty of other things to do while you’re in the city: you can ride the Ferris Wheel, challenge the Battle Subway, or take in a game at the sports arenas. The nurse turned to wink at him, “I’d especially recommend the latter, there are plenty of hot, young cheerleaders at every game.
Laughing softly, Chris shook his head; Rose huffed and shook her leaves in irritation. “Yeah, that’s certainly interesting. I’ll have to think about it though.”
“Well, good news! There’s a king size room available for the whole week, how’s that sound?”
Chris smiled. “That’d be swell.”
“Great, I’ll just get you the key.” With a smile and a wave, the nurse disappeared into the office next to the Poke-machine. Chris reached down to pat Rose’s head. “Let’s drop our stuff off and grab some food, okay?’
“Rose!”
After retrieving the key from the smiling nurse and hoisting Rose back onto his shoulders, Chris climbed the stairs up to the third floor and opened the door of his room, 301. The room was quite nice, with a large bathroom, king-sized bed, and big screen TV. Sliding the curtains on the window apart, the two of them stared out at the view of the Ferris Wheel lit by the setting sun. “Wow, it sure looks amazing doesn’t it Rose?” The little Roselia could only nod her head with starry eyes.
Tossing his bag at the foot of the bed, Chris scooped Rose off his shoulders and unceremoniously tossed her at a pillow. Hitting it with a soft thud, she let out an indignant squeak. Chris couldn’t help chuckling at her shocked expression and got a sting in the side for his efforts. “Right then, I’ll head out and grab us some dinner. Back in a few minutes?” Rose nodded and lay back on the pillow, enjoying its heavenly softness.
Chris laughed at her antics for a few seconds then shut the door, descending to the first floor of the center. After getting directions to a good rustic restaurant from Nurse Joy, he walked about five minutes to its location just off the Ferris Wheel. Getting a Tauros steak and chip dinner for himself and a honey-glazed Poke-food seaweed wrap for Rose, he set off back towards the Pokémon Center.
Returning to their room, Chris set the two steaming plates on the desk. Rose, smelling the food, let out a cry of delight, and hopped across the bed and onto the desk. Sitting in his chair, Chris poured them both a glass of water from his travelling jug before sitting down to enjoy a good meal with his best friend.
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Delicious food safely consumed, the two friends sat down on the room’s plush leather sofa, silently watching the Ferris Wheel’s lights twinkle as they spun in the early evening darkness. Breaking the silence, Rose tugged on Chris’s arm a few times.
“What’s up Rose?”
“Rose!”
“Bored, huh?   Well, we could go try and get a ticket for the Ferris Wheel if you want, or we could stay in and watch a movie. Whatcha think?”
In answer, Rose bounced over to the table and hefted the remote, passing it to Chris. Nodding, he flicked on the TV and started scrolling through the channels. Ignoring the TV guide flashing across the top of the screen, he took in what their options were. He quickly flashed past the Machoke Wrestling Federation, sighed in annoyance as he ignored the Cooking with MooMoo Milk Special, and chuckled as Roselia stuck her tongue out at Dangerous Times with Rick and his Raging Rhyperior.
Finally, he stopped scrolling through the channels as Roselia let out a cry of delight; the channel he’d switch to showed a group of women wearing blue-green kimonos. Entranced by the beautiful colors, Roselia hopped back onto the couch and plopped down on the cushion next to him. Glancing up at the TV Guide, he saw the movie was called “The Dancing Dratinis.” Pulling out his Pokenav, he quickly opened Bulbapedia and called up the entry on the “Dancing Dratinis.” According to the wiki, the movie was set in Fuedal Johto, specifically in Ecruteak City, and involved the tale of two forbidden lovers bound by their love of Dragon-type Pokemon.
The next two hours passed as a blur. Chris found the movie to be quite dull, a typical romance story with clichéd lines and hammy acting. Rose, on the other hand, loved it; she stared entranced at the beautiful clothes, the brilliant colors of the dancing Dratini and the exquisite music. Finally, the climax of the movie arrived.
The two lovers met in the center of the bamboo grove, beneath the light of the full moon. As they met, they shared a passionate kiss, their first out in the open. As the two lovers whispered sweet nothings to each other between fevered kisses, Chris rolled his eyes at the cliché of it all. But suddenly, he noticed something out of the corner of his eye. Rose, who had been almost bouncing out of her seat for the duration of the film, had suddenly gone very quiet. She was sitting on the couch staring blankly at the screen, tapping her flowers together as if deep in thought.
Chris reached down to pat her gently on the head in a reassuring manner.   “Don’t worry, these films always have a happy ending,” he said, “they’ll live happily ever after at the end, you wait and see.” Rose turned to look up at him, nodding as if still deep in thought. Suddenly, as if she’d come to a decision, she stood up on the couch and tugged on his arm. Almost without thinking, he laid his palm flat on the couch and she scurried up his sleeve onto his shoulder. Thinking she just wanted a better vantage point to watch the movie from, Chris turned his attention back to the scene in the bamboo.
He couldn’t have been more wrong…..
Suddenly, he felt Rose’s flowers gently grasp either side of his head and turn it gently towards her perch on his shoulder. Before he could even comprehend what was happening, Rose had pressed her lips to his in a tender, soft kiss.
Chris’s mind seemed to stop working. He considered himself a smart kid; he’d made the honor roll every year back in school. He knew enough about relationships to realize what was happening. But, Rose, his Rose, was….kissing him. His partner, his friend of twelve years, was kissing him. He almost didn’t believe it.
But that didn’t stop him from returning the kiss, pressing his lips firmly against hers. Rose let out a happy sigh and the smell of fresh flowers wafted gently across the room. They held the kiss for as long as they had breath, then slowly separated. Chris stared at Rose, shocked into a stupor. Rose, for her part, blushed harder than she had before, her whole face veritably shining in the shadowy room, backlit from the lights of the city.
“Rose…I…” Chris didn’t know what to say. He had never considered Rose to be someone beyond a friend. They had been through so much together on their journey; they had gotten out of so many tricks and traps together. And yet, Chris suddenly understood why none of the girls he had met along the journey had interested him. He had battled Erika, the beautiful Kimono girl; he had tangled with Pike Queen Lucy while she wore her infamous two-piece costume; he had clashed with countless female swimmers, most of whom were at least C-Cups in tight string bikinis.
Yet, although he found them all sexy, he hadn’t been attracted to any of them. Now, it was as clear as a bell. He didn’t need them; he didn’t want them. The girl he loved the most; the girl he had spent most of his life with had been riding on his shoulder the whole time, experiencing the world and all its glory with him.
Snapping out of it, he realized he’d drifted off into thought again. “Man, I gotta stop doing that; I nearly smashed my head into Nimbasa Gate this morning doing that.” He turned his head back towards Rose and was shocked by what he saw. Rose, having taken his stopping the kiss as rejection, was hunched over, shoulders slumped and looked ready to hop off his shoulder and run off. Quickly, he took her by the chin, and turned her face towards him, kissing her hard.   Her eyes widened for surprise for a brief moment, and then she relaxed and wrapped her arms around his neck, deepening the kiss once more.
The two kissed for what seemed like hours, their tongues dueling for dominance. Her smaller one twirled circles around his as he murmured how much he loved her, how sorry he was for making her wait so long. Rose withdrew from the kiss, gently pressing a bud against his lips, assuring him that everything was just fine. Gently, she left a trail of kisses up his jaw line, gently swirling her tongue along his earlobe. For his part, he simply sat there, relishing in the feeling and gently stroking her back the way he knew she loved. Pulling back from his face, she placed a kiss on the tip of his nose, giggled softly, then returned to kissing him passionately.
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A noise from the long-ignored TV distracted them. It was the sound of lovemaking. The two lovers, having finished their half an hour of clichéd declarations of love and fidelity and honor, consummated their relationship on a bed of grass in the center of the bamboo grove. It wasn’t graphic by any means, the movie was rated T after all, but the implication was clear. Having looked over Rose’s head to view the movie, Chris turned his head towards hers and almost flinched.
Rose’s face was deeply flushed; she was breathing in short bursts and her eyes had an almost hungry look to them. The film had given her an idea; she now knew how to show Chris just how deep her love for him was. Detaching herself from his grasp, she hopped onto the couch, then leapt through the air to land on the king-sized bed. From his place on the couch, Chris was flabbergasted. Just half an hour before, Chris hadn’t even known about his love for Rose or his love for her and yet, already she wanted to…to…
If this was like one of those animated cartoons people liked to watch in Johto, his nose would’ve been spewing enough blood that he could have passed for a Ghost Pokemon. Raising his hands up in defense, he sputtered, “Now, now Rose, I love you very much, but I think we might be pushing things a little too…”
He stopped, unable to continue. Rose looked up at him with hooded eyes, her expression one of pure love and wanton lust. Shaking her red flower in his direction as if she was challenging his statement, she gently sat down on the bed, beckoning him over with her blue flower in a come-hither way.
Unable to resist, Chris stood up, paused the movie, and strode over to the bed. Rose patted the bed next to her, requesting that he set beside her. He sat, and she proceeded to hop onto his thigh. Like an air traffic controller, she used her buds to instruct him, until he was lying with his back against the headboard on the soft-Mareep cotton sheets.
With a smile, Rose turned and began to walk down the sheets towards the foot of the bed. Somewhat confused, Chris reached out and gently caught her arm.
“Wait, R-Rose, what’re you doing? Didn’t you want to….” He still couldn’t bring himself to say it, he felt like he was ten-years old again; but this was all happening so fast that it almost seemed like a dream.
Rose smiled and gently disengaged herself from his grasp. Walking to the foot of the bed, she stopped and, still facing away from him, raised her flowers above her head. With a sashay of her hips, she suddenly spun around and began to perform a complicated dance. Chris sat at the head of the bed, quite confused as to what was going on. Slowly, he began to catch on.
He knew that she loved to dance; she’d been a Master Rank champion in the Pokemon Contests in Hoenn. But this was different now; her movements were slow, graceful, and beautifully elegant. Every movement was precisely calculated. Using her two flowers, she carefully covered parts of herself as she danced, enhancing his curiosity and enjoyment. As she danced, he began to notice all the details of her beautiful body. Her soft, almost luminous green skin shone in the half-light, her flowers, crisp and beautiful, flashed many shades in the flickering glow. Her red eyes seemed to glow, lit from within with a beautiful fire that seemed to consume him as he stared into them. Most of her body was still covered by her leaf skirt, but as she danced, Chris could have sworn he caught a glimpse of her small pussy and perhaps a flash of her pert breasts.
As she continued to dance, a strange smell drifted through the air, accompanied by a bunch of red and blue petals floating on an invisible breeze. Chris, despite having been her constant companion for twelve years, had never smelled anything like it from her. It was a soft, subtle smell, almost like honey. Yet, as he inhaled, time seemed to slow down for him. Rose, if it was possible, seemed to grow even more beautiful and his cock, which was already stiff with arousal, grew even harder. Realizing what she was doing, Chris thought about reaching up to close the curtains, but it seemed like too much effort; furthermore, he didn’t dare move lest all this turned out to be a dream, afraid of shattering it into pieces like ripples on the surface of a pond.
Seeing Chris’s hungry expression and tented trousers, Rose tittered to herself and completed her Petal Dance with a flip in the air. Landing daintily on the bedspread, she sauntered almost casually back towards Chris, swaying her dainty hips all the way. Immediately, Chris picked her up and pressed his lips to hers in a burning kiss. Rose returned the kiss for a few moments, then gently pricked him on the cheek to get his attention. Disengaging from his hold on her, she bent down and began to fumble with the button on his tracksuit pants. Unable to undo them, she looked up at Chris with pleading eyes. Smiling down at her, he helped her with undoing the button. She dragged the pants off him, quickly removing the shirt as well, until Chris was left sitting on the bed in his black boxer shorts. Moving to grasp them with her flowers, she looked up at him for permission; Chris slowly nodded, never taking her eyes off her.
Gently, she began to drag the boxers off him, finally revealing his erect cock. At the sight of it, Rose’s eyes shot open and she stumbled backwards, falling onto her ass. Chris looked at her in shock. Chris knew he was only slightly larger than average, about seven inches long, but he realized that it must look gigantic to her.
“Rose, I…I…I understand if you’re frightened or something, but you know I would never hurt you right?”
Rose looked up at him, frowning slightly until comprehension dawned on her features. Shaking her head, she laid a flower gently on his hand, signaling she had just been surprised. Standing back up, she gently placed a flower on the end of his cock and experimentally rubbed it. Chris threw his head back, moaning at the incredible feeling. Her flower was so soft, covered in so many different surfaces. It felt like his tip was being caressed by a hundred soft fingers, gently stroking up and down. Rose smiled at the reaction she could elicit from her trainer with just a simple touch, then withdrew her hand.
Chris raised his head to look down at her. Rose was standing beside his naked form, hands clasped behind her back, looking up at him. When she saw that he had noticed her, she raised her arms, asking to be picked up. He obliged, raising her to eye level. Pulling him close, she kissed him passionately, begging for entrance to his mouth by running her tongue along his lower lip. He indulged her, and they spent the next minute or so battling for dominance. Finally, they disengaged, both panting softly. Unsure of what would happen next, Chris looked into Rose’s eyes. She smiled at him, then looked pointedly down at his throbbing erection and nodded.
Chris looked down at his erection then back at her. “You want to do it like this?”
“Rose!,” she nodded.
At that, Chris’s erection jerked as if eager to begin and Chris felt his heart nearly skip a beat. Nodding solemnly, he scooted back until his shoulders again rested on the headboard and the pillows were supporting his lower back. “So much for foreplay…I guess that dance must have been her version of it. Well, I know it certainly got me worked up.” The two shared a gentle kiss, then Chris lowered his arms slightly, resting her lightly on his stomach. Rose scooted back until his cock came to rest against her firm ass. Rubbing against it for a moment, she chortled at Chris’s moan of approval then stood on his thighs, climbing gently over his cock until it came to rest against her leaf skirt. Although her pussy was still hidden by the folds of her skirt, Chris could feel it pressing against the underside of his cock, oozing a slow stream of sticky juice. Rose began to rub herself against his cock, lubricating it with her juices. For the first time, Rose let out a soft moan of pleasure and Chris nearly came right there at the sound. It was such an amazing noise; it let him know how much pleasure she was getting from this as well and it made him feel great.
After he was nicely lubricated, Rose again motioned for him to pick her up, as she was unable to mount him on her own due to her small stature. Chris obliged, picking her up and raising her over his throbbing erection. She seemed so light in his hands, but Chris knew she was tougher than she looked. Why, just that very afternoon, she’d taken down a Pokemon the size and weight of a small mountain! Still, Chris looked into her eyes, asking for permission. Smiling softly at him, Rose nodded and Chris slowly lowered his arms.
Rose’s body came to rest against the tip of his penis. Noticing that they weren’t quite lined up properly, Rose reached down with her red flower, gently adjusting him until his head pressed against her pussy. Slowly, Chris gently started to push down. Rose’s slit began to stretch to accommodate his head and a wonderful vice of warmth and wetness slid over the very tip of his penis. It was finally happening…Chris was losing his virginity to his special girl. Rose let out a deep moan as she was penetrated by her lover’s massive penis.
And yet, something didn’t feel quite right. Chris mulled it over before it finally hit him.

Oh, no……
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It couldn’t be…
Chris gently attempted to press Rose down again; once more, her slit failed to descend any further over his crown. Feeling very dejected, he ceased the downward pressure on Rose’s shoulders. It was simply impossible for them to have sex. He was simply too large and she was too small. How could he have been so stupid as to think it was possible? She was small enough to ride around on his shoulders for Arceus’s sake!
Rose, having shut her eyes in preparation for penetration, cracked one open to look up at him, surprised by his lack of incentive. She looked up at him with a questioning expression. Chris turned his eyes away, unable to look at her and let him see his sadness. Rose, seeing his uncertainty, began to rub her slit back and forth against his head in a bid to get his attention. Chris’s head immediately shot back to look down at the little minx. With a naughty expression, she pressed herself hard against his head and attempted to initiate penetration herself.
When she was unable to do so with just her hips, she looked down at where their most intimate parts touched with uncertainty. Bracing her flowers against his arms, she attempted to lever herself down onto his penis. She made a valiant effort twice before she stopped attempting. Dropping her head against her chest, she wouldn’t look at him. Chris couldn’t think of what to say when he suddenly felt a drop of moisture on his belly-button. Looking down, he saw a bead dripping down towards his groin. It was joined by a few more over the next few seconds. Chris stared at the droplets in confusion for a moment until the chill of comprehension settled in his stomach. Dipping his index finger under Rose’s chin, he raised her head until he could look into her eyes.
What he saw confirmed his worst fears, Rose was crying. Tears streamed down her cheeks and her lips were quivering with holding in her sadness. A low keening sound came from between her lips as she began to sob. Chris knew that Rose had always been an emotional creature, but such a change of attitude would have been disconcerting for even the most stoic individual. Chris quickly scooped the little flower Pokemon into his arms and hugged her close to his chest.
“Rose, what’s the matter? Why are you crying all of a sudden?” But she wouldn’t stop, she sobbed against his chest, seemingly inconsolable. Chris forced her to look up at him. “Is it about the sex?” Rose nodded, raising a trembling hand to point at the still-on TV. Ryan looked at the picture frozen on the screen. The two lovers were still entwined in the throes of passion, kissing whilst joined together as one. Chris instantly made the connection. Rose, having based her assumptions about human relationships on the movie, had equated the ability to have sex with the depth of love. Shaking his head, Chris held her close.
“Rose, I’ll always love you. It’s not about the sex for me. That’s just a cheap romance movie; I love you because of our shared history. The good times, the bad times, the silly times. You’ve been by my side all this time and I’ll never forget that. I don’t care if we can’t ever have sex. You’ll always be my special girl.”
Hearing this, Rose stopped sobbing and looked up into his eyes. Chris looked right back, smiling down at her. Reaching up with a flower, she pulled him down into a kiss, as if gauging the veracity of his statement. He put all his love, all his feelings for his partner into that kiss. After a moment, Rose pulled away, using her flowers to dry the tears from her face. Still, she sat on the bed beside him, looking dejected at her inability to satisfy her and her master’s desires. Chris tried to think of some way to cheer her up. He proceeded to say something that, upon reflection, seemed less about comforting her than satisfying his still raging erection.
“Besides, sex isn’t the only way lovers can demonstrate their love for each other.”
Regardless, it certainly didn’t comfort Rose. She looked up at him with an expression that read, “WTF are you smoking, man?”
“No, I’m serious. I mean, not that that sort of thing should be the basis of our relationship and…”
Her curiosity peaked, Rose stood up beside him on the edge of the bed, buds on her hips as if to say, “Just get on with it already!”
Surprising how pressure can make one very self-conscious. Despite having ready many a dirty book in his time, Chris felt difficulty explaining different sex acts to Rose. Searching for something to distract him, his eyes roamed along the room until they came to rest on the TV and the remote control. He felt the spark of an idea. Jumping up from the bed, he grabbed the remote. Rose looked at him in utter bewilderment. Quickly scrolling through the options, Chris selected the PPV section of the entertainment, hoping that there was an adult section.
There it was! Right at the bottom, tucked under specialty movies: ADULT CONTENT.   Chris quickly highlighted it and pressed the select key. As the screen faded to black, a picture of Nurse Joy flashed up on the screen. Tutting to itself, it raised a finger at the screen, shaking it back and forward. “You naughty, naughty guest,” she said with a wink before fading away to reveal the adult video selection.
Despite the fact that he had just minutes before attempted to have hot sex with his Roselia, the tease still embarrassed him for some unknown reason.
Rapidly selecting a video entitled Hot Gym Oral 69, he accepted the fourteen Pokedollar charge and the movie began to play. He sincerely hoped that the video wouldn’t show up on his bill the next morning. That nurse was already enough of a prankster without more ammunition.
The movie quickly jumped into the meat of the action. After a quick intro setting up the gym scenario, the movie cut to two pairs of men and women, each engaging in oral sex. Rose was certainly surprised to say the least. She quickly scampered closer to the TV and began to watch the movie intently. Chris paid attention too, if only because the movie would help keep him aroused.
After around ten minutes, Rose hopped onto the remote control, hitting the power button and shutting off the TV. Chris, uncertain of her reaction, looked at her in an attempt to gauge her mood. To his surprise and delight, he found her still with that hungry look in her eyes, although this time it was tempered with grim determination.
Rose leapt back onto the bed, trotting briskly up to Chris’s side. Reaching over, she again grasped him by the cock with her blue flower. Gasping slightly at the feeling, he looked down at her. She smiled, then gently tugged on his crown, guiding him back into the center of the bed. Pressing a flower against his chest, she made him lay on his back before striding out of his field of view. Staring at a crack in the ceiling, Chris lay back, nearly trembling with anticipation for what was sure to come.
It was subtle at first. A flower, pressing against the base of his penis, gently feeling him out. It slowly stroked him from base to tip, pressing all around with its amazing softness. After the first pass, it was joined by its twin, pressing against the opposite side, creating an astounding feeling as it traveled all the way to the top of his crown. Chris couldn’t help himself. He had to see this.   Raising his head off the pillows, he saw Rose kneeling between his legs, both flowers gently massaging his crown.
Catching sight of him raising his head, Rose gave an almost exasperated noise and stood up. Walking up to his head, she gently pressed her red flower against his forehead and pushed him back down. Although he moaned at the loss of sensation, Chris wearily obeyed, relaxing back against the soft pillows. Letting out a contented sigh, Rose turned to walk back down the bed, presumably to return to her flowerjob.
Suddenly, despite the deep shadows in the room, Chris noticed a sparkling yellow powder floating in the air. His mind clouded by sex, he didn’t realize what it was until he had already breathed some in. With a start, his body became paralyzed. Chris could barely move a muscle and certainly didn’t have the strength to lift his head. “That little minx,” he thought, “she must’ve used her Stun Spore on me.” From near the end of the bed, he heard Rose giggling before suddenly falling silent.
Immediately, he felt a warm sensation at the base of his cock. It couldn’t be a tongue, it was too small. It pinched slightly before being removed, only to reappear elsewhere. Slowly, the feeling moved up his penis before coming to rest around the edge of his head, repeating itself as it circled his penis. It was only then that Chris realized what was going on. Kissing. Rose was kissing her way up his cock, gently sucking on what she kissed before moving on. God, how does it feel so good when we’re both such amateurs?
The feeling disappeared only to be replaced by the most amazing feeling he’d ever experienced. It was soft, it was warm, and it was sooo slick. Something whipped around his head, cleaning off any accumulated pre-cum as a circle of pressure sealed itself just below my head. I understood. Rose had just taken me into her mouth. Although her mouth was small, only being able to accommodate the first two inches, she made up for it with enthusiasm. She bobbed her head up and down, licked whatever she could, sealing her lips around him and sucking hard when she reached the peak of her dive. The sloppy noises and muffled moans she made as she blew him were absolutely incredible to listen to.
She continued in this manner for the next five minutes, worshiping him with her lips. It was the most amazing five minutes of Chris’s life; yet, it was in these moments that one of Stun Spore’s most painful side effects made itself apparent.
He…….couldn’t…….come!
Despite the fact that he could feel every delicious moment of Rose’s blowjob, he found it impossible to reach climax. Something had to happen soon, he could feel things starting to turn blue. He managed to get out between moans, “Rose, please, I…..I need to come. Please let me.” He felt her detach her mouth from his cock and heard her laugh for a second. Then, he heard a rustling sound and saw a green powder float through the air towards him. He couldn’t gulp down the powder fast enough. Slowly, feeling began to return to his body and, as soon as he was able to raise his head, he looked down the bed.
What he saw nearly blew his mind.
Rose was kneeling back between his legs again. Although she was eagerly suckling on his head, she made sure to look directly into his eyes when she felt his gaze. Her red eyes clearly displayed her love and dedication to him as she gave an extra hard suck. The effect was striking; angelic and loving from the nose and up, sexual and slutty from the nose down. The combination of the smoldering hot image and her intense blowjob finally sent Chris over the edge.
Chris’s cock swelled in Rose’s mouth before firing his first shot of hot semen. Rose’s cheeks bulged from the sheer amount he was giving her and she let out a muffled squeak. Pulling herself of his cock, the second shot hit her straight in the face, completely covering her in his jizz. The last few jets weakly sputtered to land on Rose’s skirt. Chris almost couldn’t believe what he’d just done. Rose sat back on her haunches, acting almost in shock. Chris reached down to pick her up before he was suddenly stuck dumb. Rose smiled, eagerly swallowed what remained in her mouth, and began to clean herself off using her flowers. Making sure he was watching she then proceeded to lick her flowers clean of his jizz, obviously acting out a scene from the porno. The sight was enough to already start bringing him back to full hardness; however, he knew what he wanted to do now.
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Rose slowly stood up, smiling and looking very satisfied with herself. Turning to look back at her master, she was suddenly whisked off her feet and into a tight embrace. Looking up at him, she hugged him back fiercely.
“Thank you so much, Rose,” Chris huffed, “that was the most incredible experience of my life.”
She smiled up at him, obviously pleased at how great she had made her master feel.
“But now, it’s your turn…”
Rose started, looking up at Chris with wide eyes before he spun around, resting her small body back against the pillows. She started to protest. “Ros~mph.” Chris quieted her with a kiss, tasting himself on her lips. He wasn’t sure what to think about that, but, at this point, he didn’t care. Rose blushed furiously as she understood his meaning from the movie.
Chris disengaged himself from the kiss and proceeded to gently kiss his way down her neck heading towards her chest. The lower he went, the more he smelled the peculiar scent from her earlier dancing. Now, that he knew what that smell signified that smell gave him a huge confidence boost. Reaching the base of her neck, Chris dipped his tongue into the hollow of her neck and sucked on the pulse point above her artery, giving her a nice hickey.
Rose let a loud scream of “Rose!” and threw her arms back against the pillows, puncturing several with her thorns. Chris began to seriously hope that the hotel rooms were insulated for sound. With that kind of racket, people might think he was abusing his Roselia or something.
Well, technically he was, but this was…..FUCK THINKING, SEXY TIME NOW!
Shrugging off his bizarre thoughts, Chris descended to Rose’s chest and set about trying to figure out how to remove her leaf skirt. Not wanting to rip anything, he was very gentle, softly feeling for a seam or crease. Yet he found nothing at first. Slowly, he began to notice that, while the leaf skirt wasn’t going to come off, the edges of it were far less rigid than the middle. With this in mind, he grabbed the top of Rose’s skirt and folded it down across her stomach, revealing her breasts to his hungry eyes.
They were small, as befitting her slight stature, but they perfectly suited her. Presumably A-Cups on a similarly sized human woman, they still retained a bounce and softness that he couldn’t wait to taste. Like the rest of her skin, her breasts were a lime green color except for the nipples, which were a dark green/black color. As Rose took in huge gulps of air, her breasts bounced gently, drawing his attention even more. Gently, he raised one of his hands, running a finger gently along the lower swell of her right breast.
Rose cried out in please, arching her back into his touch. Slowly, he spiraled his touch inward, running along her whole breast until rotating a circle around the areola, deliberately avoiding her breast.

“Rose, Rose,” she panted, begging for further touches. Finally ending her torture, Chris gently tweaked her nipple, eliciting a long moan from Rose. Bending down, he took the left nipple into his mouth at the same time. Rose shrieked in pleasure, tangling her arms in his hair to press him deeper into her chest as she begged for more. Chris smirked against her chest and gave her what she wanted; he felt he could suckle at her breasts for hours. Alternating between each breast, he spent quite a while giving them equal attention, reducing Rose to a quivering, moaning lump.
After he had had his fill, Chris decided to move on. Kissing his way down her skirt, he peeled up the bottom of her leaf skirt and folded it out of the way. Smiling up at her, Chris looked down at Rose’s pussy for the first time.
The first thing he noticed was that Rose was completely hairless. Her entrance was bare; yet it was flushed with arousal. The smell was almost intoxicating now; its scent emanating from her dripping slit. Flushed with arousal, the lips were the same green/black color as her nipples and were slightly parted, giving hints of the pink interior within. Chris gently reached out with both index fingers to part her tiny slit. Rose’s moans abruptly ceased as she waited anxiously in anticipation.
Chris noticed that her pussy (he refused to call it her flower as she already had two) was slowly dilating like an open mouth, breathing, desperately seeking something to fill it. Smirking, he reached out and gently licked her slit from base to tip. She tasted amazing, sweet and subtle; presumably, this was what nectar tasted like.
Rose made a sort of squeaking noise. Looking up, Chris saw she had stuffed a pillow into her mouth to avoid screaming. Smiling, he returned to his work. Slowly, he made circles around her slit with his tongue, deliberately avoiding touching her pussy directly. He also began kissing the area around her thighs, spreading them gently with his hands as he did so.
Rose’s moans began again, louder than ever. Chris assumed she’d decided to forego the pillow.
He whispered, “I love hearing you scream anyway.” Rose didn’t respond, but her pussy spasmed slightly faster than before. Gently, Chris resumed licking her pussy, paying special attention to her clitoris. Remembering a tip from the dirty magazine he kept in the bottom of his bag, he spelled out the common alphabet on her clitoris before moving on to the Johto Kanji alphabet. Rose literally purred in response to his ministrations. He also gently penetrated her pussy with his tongue, curving his tongue up to great effect. Rose shot up with a cry and he thought she had come right there. But she settled back onto the pillows, still breathing hard.
After a few minutes of this, Chris decided it was time to finish her. Gently lifting his right index finger, he pressed it to the entrance of her pussy. Feeling it, Rose stiffened suddenly, in anticipation. Slowly, he pressed it into her up to the first knuckle. Immediately, her pussy gripped his finger in a velvet vice, as her moans began to grow louder and louder. Finally, he pulled his finger gently back, then thrust it violently into her up to the second knuckle, simultaneously reaching up to tweak her left nipple.
Three things happened in quick succession.
First, Rose let out a loud shriek of “Rose!!!!!!!” as she writhed on the bed.
Second, Rose’s pussy tightened immensely around Chris’s finger.
Third, with a bang like a gunshot, a massive cloud of pollen exploded from Rose’s two flowers, utterly coating the bedside lamps in yellow dust and filling the air with golden specks that sparkled in the moonlight.
Rose’s orgasm lasted for at least a minute and Chris gently licked around her clitoris and thrust into her canal in order to prolong it as long as possible. When it was over, Rose fell back against the headboard and a sleepy smile drifted across her features.
Chris loved seeing her like that; but there was an issue that he had to take care of. All this action had managed to get him back to full hardness and he felt like he could blow at any second. Climbing up the bed towards Rose, he straddled her, offering her his throbbing erection. Still smiling, Rose leaned forward to close her lips around his crown, sucking and licking gently. Chris nearly fell over at the sensation, but he kept his balance. Rose looked into his eyes and kept up her sucking until Chris finally came with a groan. His second load, just as big as the first, sprayed into her mouth. This time though, Rose was ready. She rapidly began to swallow, draining her mouth as quickly as Chris could fill it. She managed to swallow it all without spilling a single drop. As she extracted him from her mouth, she smiled up at her master, gave him a last kiss on the head of his penis, and patted her belly gently with a wink, licking her lips.
Spent, Chris collapsed on the bed beside her. Reaching out to pull the covers over both of them, he panted out. “That was incredible, Rose. Thank you so much. I can’t tell you how much I love you.”
“Rose~,” Rose purred gently in his ear, kissing him gently on the cheek as she snuggled close to him, drifting off to sleep quickly. As Chris drifted off to sleep as well, a single thought crossed his mind.
“I’m definitely binning that magazine tomorrow morning.”
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The morning sunlight peeking in through the window woke Chris before Rose.
Rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Chris began to think back to that amazing dream he’d had the night before. At least, it seemed like a dream. He’d confessed his love to, and then bedded his best friend, Rose. Nah, no way, had to have been a dream; no way I’m that lucky.
However, as he looked around the room, he realized that it hadn’t been a dream. The room still smelled like sex, there was pollen everywhere, and Rose still lay sleeping gently in the crook of his arm, cuddled into his chest. A wide smile spread across Chris’s face as he considered the events of the previous evening. He couldn’t be happier, and he hoped that Rose was happy as well.
Gently disengaging himself from Rose, Chris stepped into the room’s restroom and was pleasantly surprised. The bathroom had a huge sink and the shower was big enough for two or three people. Selecting a towel from the rack and a bottle of complimentary shampoo, he stepped into the shower and quickly ran himself a hot shower. Standing under the spray, Chris contemplated how lucky he was to have such a loving companion and imagined all the new adventures that lay in store for them.
Shutting off the shower, Chris pulled back the curtain to reveal a ridiculous sight. In the time since he had gotten in the shower, Rose had woken up, snuck into the bathroom without him knowing, and run herself a bath in the enormous sink. She was currently floating on her back, enjoying the hot water. Chuckling to himself, Chris couldn’t help teasing her. “Having fun in there?” Rose just gave him a look and flung a weak Magical Leaf in his general direction. Laughing, Chris walked over to the sink, bent over and kissed her.
“Good Morning, Love.”
Rose blushed slightly, but kissed him back with equal force.
Leaving her to her bath, Chris got dressed and set about cleaning off the pollen from most of the furniture. With the aid of a broom he found in the closet, he managed to restore some order to the chaos and sat down on the couch to wait for Rose.
“Speak of the devil,” he muttered as Rose exited the bathroom gently toweling her flowers off.
Chris reached down to scoop her up as she walked past, but she dodged out of the way and walked over to his bag. Bending over, she rummaged in his bag before fishing out a small pass and hopping onto Chris’s lap. She tugged on his shoulder to get him to lean down before reaching up to give him a loving kiss.
Afterwards, she handed the pass to Chris, hopping excitedly as she did so. Puzzled, Chris inspected the card in his hand and realized it was his Frontier Pass, a combination account card and ticket. The card currently read that he had one hundred sixty three points on his account from victories there. Why had she brought him this? There wasn’t anything he really wanted, that’s why he hadn’t used the points. Suddenly, it hit him.
The last time they had visited the Frontier, they managed to complete the Battle Pyramid, defeating Pyramid King Brandon for a gold symbol. Arriving in the prize shop, Chris had been inspecting a handy selection of TMs when he noticed Rose staring at a particularly shiny stone in a glass case. Chris bent down to her. “Do you want it? We can easily afford it with our points.”
Rose made a noncommittal noise, inspecting the glass case once more before deciding she wasn’t THAT interested in the stone. Climbing back onto his shoulder, the pair left without purchasing anything with their points.
Reliving the memory, Chris smiled down at Rose. “Ah, I understand.   Alright, shall we go buy ourselves a Shiny Stone?
“Rose!” The little flower Pokemon jumped into the air happily, the smell of daisies filling the air.
“Alright, we’ll head out this morning; Aria should be able to get us there in no time at all. But, we’ve gotta clean up this mess before we check out you know. What would the next guest think if he found the place like this?”
Flushing slightly, Rose nodded and picked up the pan and brush to help sweet.
As he watched her work, Chris reflected on the events of the last twelve hours. In that short span of time, he had almost lost his virginity, found true love, and added a whole new dimension to his relationship with Rose. Smiling at the thought, he stood up and went to go help Rose clean up. The sooner they were done, the sooner they could leave on their next journey.
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