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Pokemon: Ultra Slut Nuzlocke Edition	By : JoanieBirb Category: +M through R > Pokemon Views: 47042 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Her departure from the beach wasn’t exactly immediate as, like usual, there was a definite lag between deciding to get up and Althea actually doing so. Not to mention a spot of kissing as she tried - and failed - to determine whether a Rockruff’s tongue felt better against her own than a Zorua’s but, eventually, she got moving.
Just in time, it turned out, to run into Hau, who was looking even more tired than Althea felt. Apparently her mother had found a way to work off her frustration last night without Althea being involved.
“Please don’t take me back to her,” Hau pleaded immediately upon seeing Althea, sounding even more exhausted than he looked. “Please? And you’re nice and pretty and all, but ...”
Althea sighed, rolling her eyes at the clear pleasing in his voice and silently swore at her mother. Even though, really, she had little room to complain about her mother wanting to have a lot of sex, given what she’d been doing herself.
“Don’t worry,” she told him. “I’m not heading back home, or interested in my mother’s sloppy seconds.”
She paused, realised what she’d called him and offered him a small smile.
“I didn’t mean to call you that, but how about you show me around town? Just so I know where I can sleep and get food and stuff.”
“It’s okay,” he waved her off with a wide yawn. “I was heading that way myself. Gotta get something in me, and there’s not anything better than fresh malasada. As for sleeping, there’s a motel just a bit north of town or you can crash in the Pokemon Center.”
“Ah, cool,” Althea nodded. “Thanks.” She had meant to give him a pat on the back, but Hau chose the wrong moment to start moving and instead Althea’s hand slapped lightly against his ass.
“No more spanking mama-”
Hau and Althea both paused, looking at each other in extreme awkwardness after the boy’s response to the accidental slap.
“So.” Althea said, deciding that the last few moments hadn’t happened. “Tell me of these Malasadas of yours.”
Hau was happy enough to follow her lead in repressing the memories of that last incident and cheerfully gave quite the description of what was quite clearly his favourite food. It certainly sounded good, and Althea was actually looking forwards to having some.
So, naturally, the world conspired to ensure that she couldn’t simply walk in and buy some. Oh no. Instead two punks - she couldn’t really think of any other way to describe them - came up and demanded her pokemon.
Althea’s response was immediate and heartfelt.
“Bitch, please. You couldn’t handle any of my babies.”
She wasn’t quite sure why she’d called her pokemon that, but she had other things on her mind than her unexpected little slip. Like the punk’s response of callous, unprovoked rhyming.
“Please, bitch.
We’re gonna kick your babies to the curb,
And do things to them for which there is no adverb.
And then make you our bitch!”
First, she sent Cassie back out. Then, while the Rockruff played with the punk’s Zubat, she turned her attention to the true crime that had been committed.
“Okay. first,” she took a deep breath. “Fuck you. Second, you have no sense of rhythm, your meter was all off, not to mention rhyming ‘bitch’ with ‘bitch’. And I’m pretty damn sure you’re using adverb wrong, just like you’re using your excuse of a pokemon-” she glanced down at where Cassie was sat, wagging her tail while making the Zubat squeak by biting down on it.
“Now take your pokemon and fuck off before I start doing that to your dick.”
“What, put it in your mou-” As Althea growled in a manner remarkably similar to her Rockruff, the punk took the hint and ran, followed by his friend who Hau had apparently beaten.
Petting Cassie on the head for her good work, Althea was about to turn to Hau when another voice interrupted her.
“Well done.” The voice was soft and rather androgynous in tone, leaving Althea quite unable to tell what gender its owner was just by sound. It wasn’t unpleasant, though.
“I was going to step in, but it seems that you had matter quite under control.”
Turning fully around, Althea took in the … guy, she was about sixty percent sure, that had addressed her. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught Hau slinking off into the Malasada shop to get his food but, taking in the figure in front of her, Althea found that she was suddenly hungry for something quite different.
While his features were quite androgynous and feminine, what with the smooth, lightly tanned skin, long eyelashes and delicate little pink lips. Still, the face framed by pink hair was just masculine enough that, combined with the figure’s flat chest, Althea felt somewhat confident in calling it male.
But while the face was certainly cute and pretty, her eyes couldn’t quite keep themselves from drifting downwards to where this guy’s quite wonderfully tight trousers were stretched over the most perfectly round bubble of a butt Althea had ever seen, either in person or in her comprehensive collection of pornography.
Forget malasadas, she wanted to eat that ass instead, now.
He didn’t look like he minded Althea’s look, in fact there was a certain wiggle to the pinkette’s hips as he approached her.
“However,” he continued, repaying the look with an equally obvious one of his own. “I am left all worked up with no outlet now. Perhaps you could help me with that? And, perhaps, if I win I could take you for dinner and have you as dessert.”
Althea wasn’t entirely sure if he was asking for a battle or a fuck and, honestly, she didn’t much care.
“I think I can manage something,” she replied, smiling. “If you win, I’ll pay for the meal. If I win, you can buy me the strap-on I’ll fuck you with.” Subtlety had never been her strong point and, really, this conversation was hardly being at all discreet about what it was really about. Still, the cute guy was taken aback by her bluntness for a moment.
”My my, what a naughty mouth. I’ll have to do something about that when I win.”
“If you win,” Althea added, even as they sent out their pokemon, apparently unwilling to let him have the last word. “You can do whatever you want with my mouth. And I’ll do whatever I want with-”
“With my backside, yes,” he sighed. “Battle first.”
Unfortunately, perhaps, the guy had less than half as many pokemon as Althea, merely a Yungoos and a Smeargle against a Rowlett, Grubbin, Inkay, Zorua and Rockruff, and between them Ika and Kaden (who, at first, came out looking like Nibbles) were more than a match for them. He certainly put up more of a fight than the punk and his pokemon were quite definitely tougher than the other guy’s had been but, in the end, Kaden stood over the vanquished Smeargle and Althea had a decidedly dirty smirk on her face.

“Well,” he said, looking down at his pokemon. “That wasn’t quite how I was hoping things would play out, but Captain Ilima is a man of his word. So, ah, I suppose we should head to the shops?”
“You don’t sound particularly upset,” Althea noted, sauntering over to Ilima. “And, absolutely. Assist Althea around.”
“Althea apparently adores alliteration,” Ilima noted with a small smile, to which she shrugged. She wasn’t sure why, exactly, she liked it so much but she very clearly did. Ilima offered her his arm and Althea reached out.
After giving his ass a squeeze, she took the proffered arm and let him guide her to the more specialised shops in town. Not just the sex shop but, since she was already there, Althea saw no reason not to look in the other shops, or, when she passed a hairdresser, have a quick adjustment of her look, trading her braids in for a shorter, more mature cut, much to Ilima’s exasperation.
The meal was nice and their conversation, about Alola and how it compared to Kanto, as well as how Ilima had found it relating to his time in Kalos was surprisingly good, but both of them were quite aware of what was coming next and neither one of them were particularly good at hiding their eagerness. Indeed, Ilima had all but dragged Althea up to his room, her shorter legs quite the nuisance in how they prolonged the time before she got to enjoy that ass of his.
Kicking the door shut behind her, Althea wasted no more time in dumping her back on the floor and simply pushing Ilima over onto the bed by simply jumping on him, letting the weight of her body provide the force to get him on his back where he belonged.
He’d apparently learned something about kissing in his time in Kalos as, after the brief moment spent getting over the way their heads had knocked together during the fall, his tongue was rather skilled in finding Althea’s and doing all sorts of quite interesting things to it, and when his hand got beneath her top and started to play with one of her breasts well, Althea wasn’t quite sure how it happened but she knew precisely why she started to quite literally purr against Ilima’s lips.
She was doing something right too, she could tell from Ilima’s reactions, not to mention how hard and stiff the part of him she’d been grinding her crotch against had gotten and, just a bit reluctantly, she pulled back away from him, pulling his hand off of her chest.
“Tim for you to strip,” she ordered Ilima, standing just a little bit unsteadily and starting to remove her own clothes. “Then turn over and stick the big beautiful butt up for me.”
You think it’s beautiful?” Ilima was a bit smug as he disrobed, noting Althea’s eyes as they practically molested his body. “Keep on talking like that and I might be persuaded to let you take me on a second date.”
Although her hands were busy fiddling with her brand new strap-on - it had looked so simply from the packaging, but the reality was just a bit different - Althea took the time to spare one hand from that for the far more important task of slapping loudly across smooth, bountiful curve of Ilima’s ass.
“You mean you’ll let me take you a second time,” she replied with a soft little noise as she got her new toy properly in place and gave an experimental thrust against her hand, feeling the dildo press up into her at the resistance offered by her palm.
The dildo itself, while longer than any of her pokemon, was far from the largest the shop had carried, but she didn’t want to go too far too quickly. Indeed, while part of her wanted to grab a handful of Ilima’s pink hair and use it as grip while she pounded into him like a Zorua in heat, she pushed that urge down in favour of indulging another hunger.
The beds here in Alola were rather a bit higher than back in Kanto and kneeling down at the side of Ilima’s brought her head down a bit further than she’d expected. Still, even though she had to look up a little bit, the view of Ilima’s smooth, tight ballsack and bubbly ass were more than worth it. Not that she was only going to enjoy the sight.
She’d wanted this from the moment she’d seen Ilima but, now faced with it, now that she had those big plush buttcheeks in her hands to squeeze and fondle and spread to fully expose Ilima’s tight little pucker, she found herself hesitating for a moment.
Only for a moment, though, as she pushed her concern down and her face up against his ass. She wasn’t entirely sure how or when but, as Althea pushed her tongue up into his ring, she was pretty sure that Ilima had taken the precaution of cleaning himself out, as it didn’t taste as bad as she’d been afraid it would. It wasn’t her favourite thing she’d ever eaten, but not wholly unpleasant.
Ilima had squirmed a bit at first, but a few spanks had kept him still as she probed the inside of his anus until she was satisfied with its taste and tightness and she pulled back away, watching as Ilima’s hole slowly closed. For the moment, at least.
Wiping her tongue against the back of her hand and spitting what was left in her mouth - hopefully just saliva - into the bag that her toy had been carried in, she carefully squeezed out what she felt was a good amount of lube from the bottle of lube that she’d partly brought because of the cute stylised Goomy on the packaging. As she spread it over her artificial cock, though, it certainly felt slick and slippery enough.
“Ready?” She asked Ilima, pushing a lube covered finger into him.
“Y-yes,” he panted back, the little stammer and breathlessness only making Althea more excited.
Wiping off what lube she could onto his butt and back, she fondled and spread his ass, put her knee up onto the bed beside Ilima’s hip and pushed herself forwards, her soft moan mixing with Ilima’s rather louder one as the dildo pushed back into her and she could feel the resistance of his body as she slid up inside him.
“Fuck,” Althea moaned, her hips gradually meeting Ilima’s, her eight inch toy now fully inside Ilima. “Your ass is even better on the inside.” Ilima’s response was a little moan of his own, although whether that was a response to the words, the way Althea started to slowly pull back or to the smack she gave his butt was unclear. For a while Althea found herself regretting that she didn’t have an actual dick of her own as, as good as fucking Ilima felt, it had to be far better if she could feel it directly instead of through a lump plastic lodged in her pussy.
Still, that piece of plastic still felt pretty damn good, especially when she leaned forwards to pull Ilima back up against her chest and started to pick up the pace, never mind the effect the increasingly loud moans he was making were starting to have on her.
“You fucking love this,” She panted, one hand squeezing Ilima’s butt hard enough that she could feel her fingers sink into the soft, jiggly flesh. Ilima’s answering affirmative moan was interrupted and distorted by the digits of her other hand pushing in against his tongue, turning that reply into a breathy, moany little “yesh” that drove her wild.
The way that the fingers in Ilima’s mouth turned every sound into something far breathily, sloppier and lewder spurred Althea into picking up the pace, her grunts and moans joining the sounds Ilima made and, soon enough, the decreasingly soft slapping of flesh joining the mix.
Abandoning the oral handhold, Althea dropped her hands down to grip Ilima’s hair as she started to properly pound him.
“Tell me you love this,” she grunted, the loud slap of her hand as it impacted Ilima’s jiggling ass quickly following as he was slow in agreeing. Then she spanked him again, pulling back on his hair with a command to be louder.
“I love this!” Ilima shouted between moans. “I love being your bitch!”
She hadn’t asked for that second part, but Althea certainly liked it and, as if to serve as a visible proof of his words, Ilima’s cum splattered out over his bed moments later.
Althea wasn’t too far behind and, pushing Ilima’s face down, her own climax followed as she saw him moan into his own cum and she fell forwards on top of him.
The next few moments were rather vaguely and unclear to her but it wasn’t long until she was cuddled up behind him, the strap-on still lodged quite deeply in Ilima’s ass.
“I really do think we have to do this again sometime,” she murmured, nuzzling up against Ilima’s neck.
“You’ll get no argument from me,” the pinkette agreed, leaning back into the embrace, although he frowned a moment later. “Are … are you purring, Althea?”
“Shut up, I can’t help it.”
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