Snorlaxin' (Side story - Full Fat!)

This is the complete Snorlaxin' Side Story from beginning to end. If you've read the other bits and just want the new ending part, then search for "That's a vow, and" then read on from there!

Enjoy! Back to regular LTVB tomorrow!

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"Can I just have a small bite?"

Isla laughed as she shook the pan, spreading the oil over the hashbrowns and bacon. She only wore an apron, so she was careful not to splash any. She might be heat resistant, but that didn't mean she enjoyed the sensation. It was hard to control, and a giant blue-furred menace slumped over her back, grumbling with hunger as she heard the meat and potatoes sizzling.

"I don't think you've ever taken a small bite," Isla said, bumping her head back against her partner's chest. There was a lot to sink into; a woman could get lost there, but the two had learned how to make their bodies fit together over the years. "Let me finish it, it's worth the wait."

"Just a little nibble," Pepper mumbled, "A tiny taste. My beautiful and talented wife is getting so good at cooking that I can't help but want some of it."

Isla smiled, leaning back to bump Pepper with her hip. Though she only reached Pepper's thighs, which were plump enough to get lost in, Isla still had enough mass to move the Snorlax back a step. A lot of good meals and loving inheritance had given Isla downright ludicrous curves. While she wasn't fat, she wouldn't ever claim to be trim either. She'd become a cuddle beast like Pepper, something the girls at work abused terribly when it got to the colder seasons.

"I wish I was half as good at cooking as you are at lying about my talents. Before I met you, I couldn't even fry an egg," Isla laughed. "I'm a terrible cook."

"I'm the restaurant critic," Pepper said softly, her head resting on Isla's shoulder. Her long, shaggy blue hair cascaded down over Isla's apron, one of her fuzzy blue cat ears wiggling against the side of her head. "And I say there's no place I'd rather eat than here. I can't argue with an expert."

"You're so full of it," Isla teased, giving her partner a soft elbow as she bent her head to kiss Pepper's cheek. "You get people to pay you to use Recycle with big meals. You always love their food."

"It's always good food." Pepper shrugged and gave Isla's butt a nice squeeze. "I am cursed to be surrounded by talented chefs."

"So terrible for you." Isla giggled, slapping playfully at the hand. "I'd cook quicker if you weren't pawing at me so much!"

"Pawing, huh?" Pepper chuckled, a broad, silly smile growing on her lips. Isla felt the soft warmth of her partner's arms as they wrapped around her stomach. The fingers of one clawed hand traced lines on her belly while the other cupped a plush breast, squeezing it under the apron. "Food tastes better when cooked with love. I'd rather your best than your quickest. Every time."

Isla bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back a little shake of pleasure as Pepper kneaded her flesh. Her thumb traced little circles around Isla's nipple, the Snorlax's claw leaving a ticklish trail across her skin.

"Pepper..."

"What?" Pepper asked, the Snorlax's hot breath puffing over Isla's neck. Her long tongue licked up the side of her wife’s cheek, and Isla giggled.

"You're impossible!" Isla laughed, reaching back and poking Pepper's stomach. She got a deep chuckle in response as her fingers sank into her wife’s plushy midriff. Pepper's hands were a lot more precise, one continuing to play with her breasts while the other drifted down between her thighs.

"I'm insatiable," Pepper growled, kissing Isla's neck as her fingers slid across her clit. "But you feed my bottomless hunger so well."

Isla gasped, her toes curling into the kitchen floor. She gripped the handle of the pan tightly, her hips shifting as she tried to focus on the cooking and not on the Snorlax groping her from behind. She let out a soft groan as Pepper's thick fingers spread her lips apart.

"Don't you dare," Isla said, looking to the side to glare at Pepper. Her eyes widened as the Snorlax's big sea-green eyes filled her view. A rare glimpse of them, when she usually had the near closed in sleepy contentment. Pepper's lips met hers, stealing her away into a hungry kiss. Isla could feel the heat rising inside her as the kiss continued, her body melting into the embrace as Pepper's fingers worked their magic.

Isla was almost ready to give in but didn't want to ruin breakfast. She didn't get another chance to cook for Pepper as often as she would like, and she wanted her wife to have a lovely morning.

Isla reached up, grabbing a handful of Pepper's shaggy blue hair. She lightly but insistently yanked her away, holding the Snorlax back by her mane as Pepper let out a deep and disappointed moan.

"No snacking before breakfast," Isla said with a sultry smile. Pepper was sometimes a little hard to control with her appetites, but they were so earnest that it was impossible to be angry at her. She held the pan aloft, the contents sizzling. "I'm going to make the rolls now. Grab a seat. It's time to eat."

"All I want to eat is you," Pepper growled.

Isla blushed deeply, the heat in her cheeks threatening to rival the warmth coming from the stove. "Breakfast first. You'll have time for seconds after that. Go sit down!"

Pepper gave a low, disappointed grunt and kissed the top of Isla's head before walking back to the table and dropping into her padded chair. Everything in their house was oversized and made to be almost unbreakable. Guests always made jokes about how it was a house for clumsy giants. A bit of an unfair joke, they were only clumsy when they got carried away.

Which was, admittedly, quite often.

"That's better," Isla said as she took the tops off the Tiger Rolls, which she had already buttered. With a pair of tongs, she took the bacon and hashbrowns out of the pan and made up a whole stack of rolls, dropping a slice of cheese over each one. The butter melted quickly, and the crispy bacon and potato scent filled the room. Isla licked her lips as she placed the last roll on a plate and put the pan in the sink to be cleaned.

"Says she can't cook, but that smells divine," Pepper mumbled as she watched Isla carry the plate to the table. She grabbed Isla's hands as she tried to set the plate down, lifted it to her button nose, and took a deep breath. "Heavenly. Thank you so much, babe."

Isla sat beside her and leaned against her, snuggling close as Pepper picked up a roll and took a large bite. Isla had always found watching her eat endearing. She just loved seeing Pepper happy and satisfied. But when she was the one who'd cooked that food? Then, it was a thousand times better for both of them. She could feel Pepper's happiness radiating off of her.

"Good?" Isla asked, looking up at her. She knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it so badly. "They're a bit messy for breakfast rolls, but I think I'm getting good at them. We need to get more Brown Sauce. I think it goes well with the hashbrowns."

Pepper nodded, a goofy grin on her face as she chewed. Once she swallowed, she leaned in and kissed Isla's forehead.

"They're as wonderful as you are," Pepper purred, and Isla hugged around her fuzzy white and blue-furred stomach. The gentle vibration added to the softness and made the hug so soothing that it was hard not to melt into her. "And if you think it can be better, I trust you completely."

"Good," Isla said, feeling warm and fuzzy as Pepper stuffed her face. "I love getting to work from home. Taking care of you makes me happy. "

Pepper smiled down at her and offered her a bite of her breakfast sandwich. Isla opened her mouth and took a nibble, licking a stray bit of grease off Pepper's fingers. They sat like that, curled up in the early morning light as they fed each other until the plate was empty.

Isla looked up at the clock and sighed. "I want to lay here forever, but I have to sign in for work. Take me to my laptop."

"Stay a little longer," Pepper said, nuzzling against Isla's hair. "You work too hard. Enjoy a lazy morning. Sleep off all that grease on my stomach. You can cuddle up your head to my chest. You know I'm the best for that."

"Evil temptress," Isla chuckled as she slumped over Pepper, letting the Snorlax cuddle up to her. She didn't want the morning to end either; she wasn't naturally lazy, but a lazy morning was always so tempting. Just the two of them cuddling up in the early sun and relaxing with one another,

"We can't do this forever, but I can stay a few minutes longer," Isla said, kissing Pepper's fluffy forearm. "And no more!"

The Snorlax rumbled happily and leaned back in her chair, pulling Isla over her like a blanket. Her cat ears wiggled happily as she trailed her claws along Isla's back. Her claws weren't actually as sharp as a cat's. They were certainly firm, but they had a slight sponginess that made them delightful to scrape along Isla's skin. The purr was all cat, and Isla loved getting a full-body rumble for her woman so much she didn't even call out how she was nervously watching the clock to see how long she could get away with.

"I love you," Pepper said softly, stroking Isla's hair. "I could cuddle you forever."

"I love you too," Isla smiled, turning to press her face fully into one of Pepper's massive breasts and give it a big kiss. "And you'd get hungry. I've seen you eat pizza while fucking the delivery girl."

"Hey! I wait until she can't think straight first." Pepper huffs, "I'm not a monster. I take care of all my delivery ladies."

"They all love you for sure," Isla grins, "But I have to work to pay for your big tips."

"I can give them a big tip all on my own," Pepper growled mischievously. "Want to see?"

"Laptop." Isla sucked in a breath and blew a raspberry against Pepper's chest. "Right now, missy! You're not fucking me brainless today."

"You say that every day," Pepper purred, nuzzling Isla's head and rubbing her cheek against the top of her head. "But I always get my fill."

It really wasn't fair. Pepper's appetite was endless, and Isla wanted to feed it so badly. Many people thought Snorlax were sleepy creatures, but Isla knew her big fuzzy blue cat wife was anything but. They slept because they couldn't help but want to indulge while awake. In food, sex, or blissful cuddles, they were an endless font of attentive affection. It got a little overwhelming at times; she could lose days in a comfy, endless bliss if she didn't have some resolve.

Compromise had to be made too. A truly hungry Snorlax was an impossible thing to deal with.

"You can be my office seat, but you have to behave. No embarrassing me in front of Beau."

"Beau adores us both. She loves all her success stories." Pepper grinned as she picked Isla up and took her out of the kitchen. Their house was cozy, with many soft but sturdy furnishings for Pepper to use when they had visitors over. Pretty much every food delivery girl in Wyndon had spent some time with their face buried in one of their massive couches, drizzled with scented lube as Pepper smushed them so deep into the sofa cushions they were in danger of being lost in there.

They were partly responsible for every business doubling up on drivers. Young adults were extremely eager for the job. It was amazing that any food got delivered in this city, especially after the rumor that the Legendary Bird Trio had finally worked out how to order takeout.

"Beau adoring us isn't the point," Isla said, trying to look cross with Pepper but failing miserably. "We're going to go over matches today. I have to think about who'll suit them, and you'll be right behind me, being sexy and very distracting."

"So, no change from usual?"

Isla laughed and poked her in the cheek, making the Snorlax's ears wiggle happily. She settled on the sofa, putting Isla across her thighs and reaching past her to grab the laptop. It was a real press being folded like that, squashed between Pepper's huge chest and thick thighs, and Pepper deliberately played up. Play acting at being unable to reach the laptop, enjoying Isla's squirming more than she needed to.

"I'm not a plushie!" Isla laughed and drummed on Pepper's thighs for release. "I have bones! No squish!"

"You have squish." Pepper smiled, pawing at Isla's side and cupping her breasts. "Beautiful, glorious squish. I adore how soft you are and all your lovely curves."

Isla sighed and rested her head against Pepper's shoulder. The Snorlax hugs were addictive. Her body heat was so relaxing, and her soft body made it hard to resist dozing off. It was the best, and it was the worst. The way Pepper's fur danced over her skin was delightful. When Isla sat in her lap, wrapped up in her big, strong arms, she felt shielded from the whole world, perfectly at peace.

It was easy to get lost.

Isla took a deep breath, the scent of the morning's bacon and cheese still heavy on their skin. She licked her lips and cracked open her laptop, singing into work and spinning a call off to her work partner.

Beau was a Pokémon, so she didn't have to sleep, and knowing her, she'd been excitedly waiting for Isla to get on all morning. The call was snapped up in seconds, and a giant blue eye filled the laptop monitor.

"Isla! Darling, how was your weekend? Did you have a cozy time staying in? Maybe a romantic trip to the park? Did you take your beautiful blue beauty to any nice restaurants?"

Isla had to laugh. Beau's obsession with everyone's love life was relentless. It'd been embarrassing at first when Isla didn't have any good stories for her, but she'd come to learn all Beau cared about was that the fires of romance were still lit.

"I'm going to take Pepper to a spa this weekend. We just had a few nights in for this one. Cuddling and catching up on TV. I made her breakfast sandwiches this morning."

"Oho! A wife who can cook. Truly a prize to be treasured," the giant eye on the screen said. "You're so lucky, Pepper, to have found such a perfect match."

"That's what I've been saying! Isla refuses to believe she isn't a star chef." Pepper called out, trying to duck to fit into the camera. Only her chin made it, which meant both Pokémon were barely on-screen. Isla was used to it. There was something about technology that many of them just couldn't quite grasp.

"Well, if my lovely wife insists on being in my meeting, I'm going to show her off properly," Isla laughed, pinching Snorlax's cheek and tugging her down into the shot with her. "Beau, can you back up? Your face is way too close to the camera again."

"Ah! Sorry, they built this shelf way too close to the water." Beau huffed, and there was a clicking sound as she adjusted something. The camera drew back as she pushed the laptop away, finally letting them see her in all her pink glory.

Isla was incredibly jealous of Beau's hair. The Luvdisc's hair was pink, of course, but it was also an incredible work of art. Two large pigtails flowed down her back and split into separate flowing hair ribbons. As if this wasn't showy enough, she had plenty of her long, flowing pink hair loose, framing her heart-shaped face, brilliant smile, rosy cheeks, and gorgeous blue eyes.

Almost the opposite of Pepper, Beau was a very slim woman, and her wet skin was utterly unblemished. Isla knew it was even softer than it looked. Beau never wore clothes if she could help it, and that meant Isla and Pepper got to admire her small but pert breasts and the slight swell of her hips that just begged to be squeezed.

Unlike most Water Pokémon, Luvdisc's didn't have legs but a long fishtail, so Beau's laptop had to be balanced over the edge of the moonpool that led into Beau's house. She lived entirely underwater most of the time, only popping up to tease the humans and conference call. Which was most of her day because all Luvdiscs had an obsession with pairing off humans with Pokémon, and Beau had funneled this love into running a matchmaking business, helping pair up people struggling to find 'The one.'

It was how Isla and Pepper had met, and Beau was endlessly proud of it. Then, Isla had helped Beau turn her incredibly outdated Poké-dex call business into a properly online matchmaking empire. Beau loved it so much that she'd asked Isla to be her business partner, and now they were taking the dating world by storm.

If she could ever get Beau to do any work.

"Do I look good, darlings?" Beau smiled, her tail splashing the water behind her. "Do you want to get some seafood after this call? I've not seen you both for a long while."

"Beau!" Isla laughed, "Much as we'd love to splash your water, we have work to do. Are we really so attractive we can distract you from matchmaking?"

"You are both breathtaking," Beau said with such sincerity Pepper actually blushed. "My first success story will always be dear to my heart. I still remember the wedding! It was fabulous."

"The buffet was amazing," Pepper purred. As much as she wanted to focus, the memory of that buffet was so potent that Isla felt herself salivating, too. "I dream about those stuffed mushrooms."

"My first act of wife love was not being annoyed at you for eating all the shrimp." Isla chuckled, patting Pepper's hand. "No more distractions. Beau, are we good for a pitch meeting? You said you have a lot of customers to handle."

"I have a selection of Pokémon that will inspire you," Beau said, "Oh, you're going to love this."

Isla felt her skin prickle. What Beau thought was inspiring could only mean one thing.

"Do you remember Stella?"

Oh no.

"Of course, I remember Stella; you tried to set me up with her the first time I met you. We both remember how that went."

Pepper had settled back contently behind Isla, but she cracked open one eye, "You dated before me?"

"A little," Isla gulped.

"A lot!" Beau smiled. "Isla was a frequent customer of mine until she met you. We tried out all sorts of matchups for her. She was a real trooper, holding out for love until we found the perfect one."

"Which is me," Pepper said proudly, "Does that mean I'm hotter than all of these?"

"I wouldn't say that! It's very cruel to all of them," Beau smiled. But you can think it! I've gathered up all of Isla's old dates who signed up with us, and we will go through them today."

A parade of failed dates in front of her wife. Great. Perfect. Super. Isla sunk back into Pepper's belly with a groan. There was no getting out of it. This was her job. Even if Beau was absolutely doing this for her own malicious glee.

"Do we have to do Stella first? She was not the best fit."

"You said you enjoyed your time with her!" Beau said, "You have valuable insight into her meaty mind."

"I enjoyed it, but there were problems from the start."

"Story, story." Pepper chanted behind her, "Tell it! I want to hear about young Isla finding her match."

"Okay! Okay." Isla patted Pepper's belly until she calmed down. "We can do a story, but ugh. Stella. Where even to begin?"

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Isla felt underdressed.

Signing up for a dating service had been something she'd done on a whim. Isla hadn't expected it to go anywhere, so she'd been surprised when she got a call back almost immediately from an excitable-sounding Luvdisc who said she'd got the perfect fit for Isla and that she could meet them that very night.

That was why she was now in her best black dress, sitting nervously at a table covered in immaculate white cloth and staring at a wine list whose prices were so wildly out of her range that they made her feel ill. She wasn't sure she could order a glass of water without bankrupting herself and foolishly asked for a glass of house red while she waited. Everyone else had glitzy dresses and looked like they'd stepped out of a heavenly dream. She'd barely managed to get her brown hair to stop eating her combs; the only thing sparkling was her skin from all the nervous sweat.

The glasses were so perfectly clean Isla could see her reflection in them. She didn’t suit this fancy place, she was a plain woman. Not ugly, she knew she had a kind of homely girl next door look. People called her cute, her brown hair always a little scruffy and a bit unruly no matter how much she tried to tame it. Her green eyes, though bright, didn’t stand out the way some womens did. In a crowd photo, she’d have blended in, always a background character. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and sighed, glancing around the dimly lit restaurant. The chandeliers above sparkled like stars, casting a golden glow over the elegant patrons dressed in tailored suits and designer dresses.

Isla felt out of place, like a puzzle piece forced into the wrong set. She tugged at the hem of her simple black dress, a far cry from the sleek gowns around her. Why had she agreed to this? She felt cheap and even worse, she felt cheap alone. Her date was five minutes late. Isla was already considering how to escape without washing dishes for the rest of her life to pay off the glass of red wine she was nursing. If she were going to jail for this, she would enjoy it. Isla put her nose in the glass, taking in the bouquet with a slow, deliberate inhalation. She let the fragrant essence linger before taking a delicate sip, allowing the wine to wash over her tongue. The taste was velvety smooth, ripe plum and blackcurrant with a touch of vanilla. It was good fucking wine, and Isla would have loved it if it'd not cost more than she made in a month.

She heard footsteps approaching and closed her eyes. The waiter was going to execute her when they saw her empty wallet. She could enjoy this moment.

"Isla? Oh, you are adorable. That's simply purr-fect."

The velvety voice made her jump. Isla choked on her wine, coughing, and sputtering, the red liquid splattering the pristine white tablecloth. Could it get worse?

It sure could! Isla stared up at the most intimidating woman she'd ever seen.

She was dressed in a stunning purple gown, the shimmering fabric clinging tightly to a body that could benchpress the entire restaurant. The mix of elegance and terrifying raw strength dug up something deep from Isla's subconscious, a primal feeling of terror mixed with an intense desire to be held down and just used.

The Pokémon was a Purugly, but she was a far stretch from what her name implied. Her huge purple-furred ears were swept back, the ends breaking apart into elegant tufts. She had a round face and purple eyeshadow, enhancing her piercing golden stare as she looked down her perfect nose at Isla.

She made Isla feel like dirt, and in a weird way, that made her feel better. It was okay if she was a messy disaster in front of a woman like this. It's not like she could ever match up.

"Are you alright?" the Puruguly said, with only a hint of concern on her face. "That looked messy."

"You surprised me," Isla gulped. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting someone so gorgeous."

The compliment was clumsy and felt wrong, but the woman's smirk seemed to suggest she liked the flattery.

"It's nice to know I haven't lost my touch. You look beautiful, too, my dear. Beau was right. I think I could enjoy looking after you." she leaned on the table with one arm, and it creaked under her weight. Ilsa was forced to look up at the broadest shoulders she'd ever seen. Arceus! She looked like she could fold steel in half. Isla had never felt so small. "I'm Stella, and I've been looking forward to this evening. Sorry for being late. My first Taxi didn't have doors big enough for me to fit in."

"I'd have waited longer for you." Isla gulped, "You look amazing."

"Flatterer," Stella chuckled, a coiled grey cat's tail wagging happily behind her."So, what's a sweet little thing like you doing signing up for a matchmaking service? I'd imagine the Pokémon would be all over you."

"I don't get out much," Isla blushed. I'm a coder, used to holing up in my room and working on projects. I've been pushing to get out more."

"Aww, a lonely girl. How precious." Stella smiled, her hand stroking Isla's face. It was the lightest touch, but it made her whole body tingle. The grey fur on the back of the hand tickled her cheek as Stella pulled her face close. "Let me help you get out more. You can take me to the best restaurants, and I'll ensure you have unforgettable nights."

"That sounds great." Isla blushed, "I'm not usually going to places this fancy."

"You're fine," Stella chuckled, "You're my date, and I'll look after you."

Stella's tail coiled around her arm, and Isla was sure she could feel its impossible strength. Everything about Stella screamed of power, and the thought made her blush and her heart flutter. Isla could see herself being carried away by the sheer force of Stella's personality, which greatly scared and excited her.

"Your chairs a little wet with wine. Come on. Sit in my lap and I'll clean you up. A jewel deserves to shine."

"Thank you," Isla mumbled as the tail dragged her to her feet.

There was just no fighting it. Isla felt slightly ridiculous as Stella took a seat and scooped up Isla onto her thighs. Isla wasn't the fittest woman in the world, and here she was in the lap of a Purguly who was making her overpowering strength look effortlessly elegant.

"There we go, let me look after you."

"Thank you," Isla squeaked. The second Stella had her on her lap, her dress was hiked up, and Isla was suddenly acutely aware of how soft Stella's fur was against the back of her legs. "So, what's the story behind you joining a dating service, Stella? You seem like you could have anyone you wanted."

"I could. But I owed Beau a favor," Stella purred. She held the menu for them both, her other arm wrapped around Isla's waist, keeping her secure and pressed against her warm body. "And said she had someone who needed to be shown a good time. So I'm here to ensure a pretty woman has a night to remember."

Isla blushed and hid her face in her menu, and Stella's low chuckle rumbled against Isla's back.

"I like how shy you are," Stella's nose brushed Isla's ear. The tip of her tail curled up Isla's arm and stroked the back of her neck, tickling her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. "I'm going to find out what it takes to make you scream."

Oh fuck, Isla couldn't even reply to that. Her mouth wasn't working. The way Stella's lips nibbled at her ear, the warmth of her breath, and the intensity of her words. All Isla could do was shiver in Stella's lap and hope her face wasn't too red.

"Good evening. Are you ready to order?"

The waitress didn't even blink as they approached. They were a slim, dark-haired woman with a perfectly neutral expression and a voice that seemed utterly disinterested in their activities.

"The lady will have the mushroom risotto," Stella said, and Isla found herself nodding along, "And I'll have the steak. Medium rare, with the truffle oil and mash. Make it a large portion. She's going to share some."

"Excellent, ma'am. Wine?"

Isla was relieved she wasn't going to have to order. She wouldn't even know where to start. Half the things on the menu were things she'd never heard of before. This place was far too fancy for her. Still, it was hard to feel about it when Stella's hand gripped her thigh tightly and squeezed it so firmly it was making her gasp. She was just so effortlessly strong! Isla's body just melted in response, her brain screaming to curl in and be a good girl for her lioness.

She completely missed the wine talk and only snapped out of it when the waitress bobbed a quick bow. "I'll have the food brought out shortly."

"Thank you. Take all the time you need." Stella's voice was low and firm. She smiled at the waitress and revealed a pair of feline fangs that looked like they'd have no problem tearing through that steak she'd ordered. They were made to tear into flesh.

The thought made Isla's heart leap, and she couldn't help but gulp. Stella was a predator. There was no doubt about it.

"What's the matter, my darling?" Stella's lips pressed against her ear. "Are you intimidated by me? Don't worry. I won't hurt you unless you ask."

Fuck, if that didn't put shivers in Isla's spine.

"I've never done anything like this," Isla groaned, her throat feeling sticky. She squirmed in Stella's lap, and her legs shifted, rubbing her soft skin against Stella's squeezing fingers.

"I can tell," Stella purred, and her hand slid up Isla's leg, caressing her soft skin until she was rubbing her panties slowly and deliberately. "You're a good girl, aren't you? I can't imagine you've ever done anything like this. But you don't need to worry. Just let me take control and relax. I'll take care of everything."

"Relax?" Isla gulped. Stella's words scrambled her thoughts. It was so tempting to dive in and let Stella take charge. "It's a Little hard to relax right now."

Stella's hand gripped her chin, turning her head back so their eyes met over the swell of Stella's massive bust. A golden glow was in her gaze as she stared down at Isla, making her limbs stiff.

"Close your eyes and focus on my voice, and I'll guide you. Do you trust me, my little pet?"

"Pet?" Isla's breath caught in her throat, but she was already nodding.

"That's right. Good girls get petted."

Stella's voice was low and sultry, like a velvet cord wrapped around Isla's mind, dragging her deeper into her embrace.

"I want to be petted," Isla sighed. Her mind was already surrendering to the larger woman, her muscles going slack as Stella's strong arms cradled her.

"That's a good girl. Listen to me." Her voice was hypnotic. Isla sank back into her, her eyelids drooping. Now, relax."

"Relax," Isla parroted, her body easing against the bigger woman.

"That's right. Focus on my voice, my fingers stroking your skin, the sound of my heartbeat, and the rise and fall of my chest."

"I'm relaxed," Isla murmured, "This is nice."

"Good girl."

Stella's fingers stroked her chin, and her voice flowed through Isla, blurring the voices around them to an unintelligible background din.

"This is your night pet. If you're uncomfortable with anything, say. I'll put you back in your seat," Stella said softly, "But if you're happy and comfortable, then you can relax and let me make you feel good."

Isla sighed happily. She trusted the big woman. As overpowering as her presence was, to the point it had to be Move assisted, she was still letting Isla be in control. She had no doubt if she even hinted she wasn't enjoying this, then Stella would put her back in her seat, share a meal and wine, and then take her home as the perfect gentlewoman.

But right here? Right now? She was happy for Stella to have her fun.

"I'm comfy." Isla smiled, "Make me feel good, Stella."

"Good girl," Stella purred. Her hands slid up Isla's legs, spreading them wider and making her moan softly as the Purugly's fingers stroked the outside of her panties. The silky material rubbed against her lips, and Isla's heart raced. This was so shameless in such a fancy place! What would everyone think?

"Focus on my voice," Stella whispered, "This night is just for you and me. Nobody else matters. Let go of everything else."

"Just us."

"That's right."

Stella's voice was honey in her ears, and Isla sighed happily as Isla's fingers stroked and rubbed. Isla's breath hitched when Stella finally found a finger past the fabric, and her fingernails dug into the back of Stella's muscled arms.

"You're already wet, and I was going to have fun ordering you to flood those panties." Stella purred, her fingers pressed past Isla's panties. Stella's middle finger stroked the line between Isla's pussy lips. "I'm flattered. Do you know what I can do instead, Isla? Anything. One whisper, and I can make you cum harder than you've ever imagined. When you surrender to me, I have total control over your body."

"Total control?" Isla gulped.

"Mhmm. You've never experienced anything like it. You've been a good girl, haven't you? It's time for a reward. Cum for me."

Stella's command cut through the fog in her brain, and Isla shuddered. Her back arched, and a wave of heat spread from her loins. She gasped, and the whole room seemed to tilt sideways as her mind was swept away by the flood of pleasure.

"Cute." Stella's voice rumbled in her ear, "Cum again."

Another order and her pussy clenched down on nothing, desperately eager to find something to grip. Isla's toes curled in her shoes, and her fingers clutched Stella's thighs as she came again. It was all so sudden and so much, and Isla was held through it all by Stella's powerful arms. All she could do was writhe in her chair and whimper as the big woman held her tight and whispered sweet words of praise.

"Good girl, Isla. Doesn't it feel nice to do what you're told?"

Isla was sure she could have fought back if she had wanted to, but she absolutely didn't. Stella's words and probing fingers had total control over her body.

"You're so beautiful like this, and this is just the beginning," Stella whispered, "I can make you do this all night, and by the end of it, you'll be a puddle in my arms, begging for more."

"More?" Isla mumbled. She already felt like she was going to drift off.

"So cute," Stella purred, her sturdy body vibrating against Isla's back, helping her relax even more. Isla's breath was ragged as she cooled down and recovered. She was dimly aware that Stella was stroking her face and kissing her ear, but not much else.

She was fed some absolutely gorgeous food and plied with wine. Stella made her enjoy every bite and savor every sip. It was heavenly, and the more she had, the less she cared about the rest of the restaurant or the people around her.

They were all faceless shapes, and Stella was the only one who mattered. The Purugly's hands stroked her stomach and played with her pussy as her voice guided her.

"Enjoy every sensation, my sweet little thing. You deserve it all."

Stella was her whole world, and it was the most perfect world.

Isla's head spun. How much time had passed? A hand cupped her chin and tilted her face back, and a kiss was pressed against her forehead.

"Are you ready for your dessert, my dear?" Stella said, a wide, hungry smile on her face.

"Dessert?" Isla blinked.

"Mhmm." Stella leaned closer and purred in her ear. "It's time to show me what that pretty mouth can do."

Stella's voice washed over her, and Isla felt her legs clamp together. It was such a filthy suggestion, yet Stella said it so confidently that Isla considered it. Stella deserved a little payback for a beautiful night, even if sex in public was.

Goodness. Isla was surprised by how excited she was about the idea.

"I'd love to," Isla whispered back, her words coming easily thanks to Stella's gentle Hypnosis. She kissed the side of the Purugly's thick neck and bit her bottom lip as she looked about the restaurant. "Uh. How do we?"

Stella's chuckle was deep and husky, and the power in her chest and stomach as she took Isla's hip in hand made the human squirm with delight inside.

"You're so cute. Just follow my lead and enjoy yourself."

Stella's arm looped under Isla's knees, and the next second, she was slid under the table in one smooth motion. Stella's thighs were so thick nobody would be able to see her behind them, and the expensive tablecloth hid the rest.

"Just relax and do what feels natural," Stella said, and Isla could almost hear the smugness in her tone. She was clearly having the time of her life. "And you better leave me spotless when you're finished, or there will be consequences."

Isla gulped at the thought. A part of her wondered if it would be so bad if she failed. Consequences sounded very exciting. But her mind was so thoroughly soaked in the delight of listening to Stella that she could barely think beyond doing as the big woman said.

She had a job to do, and she was determined to impress.

Isla's heart was pounding in her chest as she crawled forward, the thick scent of Stella's arousal making her mouth water. Isla could feel her own arousal running down her thighs as she reached under Stella's dress. Her fingers traced the outline of Stella's thick muscular thighs, and then she felt it, a massive slab of hot, heavy flesh resting against the bigger woman's inner thigh.

"Go ahead, pet," Stella whispered.

The tip of Stella's tail curled under the table and brushed her cheek, making her squeak in surprise. Isla shivered as the tail's fur tickled her skin. It was a soft, gentle touch that contrasted with the heavy, intimidating thing her fingers were half-wrapped around.

"That's right, pet," Stella groaned, "Stroke my massive cock and show me how much you love me."

Fuck, this was so wrong. It was so, so wrong! And yet, it was thrilling and so damn hot.

"You're so big, Stella," Isla whispered. The Purugly really was huge in all ways, and her girth was stretching Isla's fingers wide as she slowly pumped her shaft. "I've never felt anything like it."

"I'm the biggest bitch you'll ever have," Stella growled, "I'm taking you home with me tonight, and you'll get very familiar with it. So, keep being a good girl and start sucking. Don't think about anything else."

"Yes," Isla said softly, and she pressed her lips against Stella's shaft. She couldn't see anything, but she could hear the Purugly's low, lustful breathing, and the taste of her cock was driving Isla wild. Something about tasting it hit so much harder than the feel or the scent, it made it real, and Isla found herself kissing it, moaning as her tongue traced the length of her cock as it pulsed with excitement.

"Such a good girl. That's right. Kiss it, lick it, worship my cock," Stella groaned, "That's a good girl."

The way Stella kept calling her a good girl was sending tingles down Isla's spine. It was making her feel hot, and it was making her feel proud. She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted Stella to think she was a good girl. She could have sat under the table and worshiped her cock forever.

"Suck my cock, little pet. Use your pretty mouth for what it's best at."

Isla couldn't resist her. The way her body ached to obey, the way her mind craved it, and the way her pussy throbbed at the idea.

Stella's hiss of pleasure as Isla's lips wrapped around the tip of her cock was the most incredible thing she'd ever heard. Her mouth was stuffed, her cheeks bulging as she bobbed her head, slurping and moaning as she struggled to suck her cock.

"That's right. Suck me off. You look so good with your lips wrapped around me."

Her praise sent shivers through Isla's body, and she moaned louder, her tongue rolling over the underside of Stella's shaft as she tried to please her. The heavy press of Stella's thighs against her side let her know she was doing good. She was going to make this lioness purr.

"The bill, ma'am." a waiter's voice said. Isla froze, and her heart leapt into her throat. Was she going to be discovered?

"Ah, thank you. I'll take that." Stella's voice was level and calm as if she wasn't getting a blowjob under the table. Her legs closed slightly, squeezing Isla, and the pressure made her shiver.

"My partner's just gone to freshen up. But she'll be paying."

Isla's blood ran cold; she damn near choked on Stella's dick as the words pierced her horny haze. She'd be what?

"Excellent, Ma'am. Do you need anything else?"

"A few napkins, but no rush. Thank you."

Stella's hand settled on the top of her head, and her fingers gripped her hair. Isla's heart was racing as she felt the Purugly's cock slide deeper, her lips stretched wide as Stella's thickness pushed against her throat.

"Don't stop, my sweet little thing," Stella said, her voice like honey. "You're treating me so very nicely."

Could you spell SOS with your tongue? In her panic, Isla was spelling that and also a small declaration of financial ruin out on the underside of Stella's massive shaft. Her throat bulged as her lips were forced further and further down her cock. The big woman's grip was firm, but it wasn't harsh, and the gentle way Stella stroked her hair was helping Isla feel at ease.

"Don't worry, pet. I know you can't afford it. I'll take care of it."

Thank Arceus, Isla, and let Stella's cock fill her throat. She wouldn't have to sell everything and live in a cardboard box.

"You just have to keep sucking until I'm done. It won't be long now. Your pretty mouth is so good for my cock."

Stella's hand guided her, pushing and pulling her lips along her thick shaft, and her low groans and sighs were so, so sexy. Every time she heard the big woman gasp, Isla's pussy throbbed. Stella's pleasure was her own pleasure, and she did everything she could to drive the Purugly wild.

Her lips slid along the thick length, and her tongue lapped and teased every inch. It was such an obscene feeling, and her panties were absolutely ruined by the end. She couldn't get enough of it, and the more Stella praised her, the better she felt. When Stella finally came, Isla drank it down like fine wine without even a murmur of complaint.

"Good girl, good girl," Stella gasped. Her thighs were clamped against the sides of her head, and her fingers were twisted in Isla's hair. "Take it all. That's it. Swallow. Good girl."

The praise was wonderful, and she couldn't wait to have this massive beast between her legs, driving into her and showing her the full extent of Stella's strength.

"That's it," Stella panted, "Don't waste a single drop."

Isla did as she was told and loved it. Stella's grip eased, and her thighs relaxed. Isla pulled away from her cock, her jaw aching. Her tongue traced her lips to lick up the last little bits of Stella's cum, and she could taste the richness of her lover. Gorgeous.

"Okay," Stella sighed, "That was great. Ready to run?"

What.

The next second, Isla was scooped out from under the table and tossed over the Purugly's broad shoulder. Before she could even say a word, Stella was already on the move, charging past the startled waiters, the hostess, and the other guests who had turned to stare.

"Sorry about the bill, but we have somewhere else to be. Good evening, everyone!" Stella called out cheerfully, waving a hand over her shoulder.

"STELLA!"

"I can't afford this!" Stella laughed, grabbing the doorwoman in one massive hand and gently pushing her to one side before slipping out the door. The angry waiters were hot on their heels. "But it was a beautiful night! You know how to treat a lady. Now it's time for this lady to treat you."

Stella's laugh was booming as they ran through the city. Isla bounced and shook on the Purugly's powerful shoulder, and despite the circumstances, she couldn't help laughing, too. She was still so horny and ready for whatever Stella had in store for her.

They could worry about the consequences tomorrow.

---

"My wife's a criminal!" Pepper gasped, a hand to her mouth. "She should be in jail!"

"A total menace," Beau nodded on the laptop screen, "I had to cover their bill and smooth over some ruffled feathers."

"You set me up with Stella. This is your fault!" Isla laughed. "I still don't know how you thought that would go."

"You went back to her place, didn't you? I remember you were bow-legged for a week," Beau tittered. "You still have the collar she got you?"

"Uh."

"Isla. That isn't the collar with my name on it?" Pepper said with a knowing look. Her large hand teased at Isla's stomach. "Did you just swap the names out?"

"Ummmmm."

"You make those noises when you're about to lie, honey." Beau teased.

"I deserved to get something out of it. I don't know how I lasted that long with that freeloader."

"The sex was amazing, I hear," Beau said, tail splashing the water playfully. "And the inheritance? Woof."

Isla blushed as Pepper squeezed Isla's belly and then ran her hands over her hips. Stella had been a nightmare to deal with, but they had a lot of fun together too, and she had picked up Thick Fat off her. She'd used to be as skinny as a rake, but after Stella, she'd put on some weight. Thick Fat gave you bulk, and the name was a little misleading. It wasn't all fat. You got a nice helping of muscle to support your new plush. It'd come in useful with Pepper a lot, especially when she fell asleep atop Isla and had to be pushed off. Weaker partners would have drowned.

"She wasn't completely awful, but she wasn't for me," Isla said as she leaned into Pepper’s grip. “We should be careful pairing her off. She needs someone who is actually able to afford her habits who wants to be treated like a treasure. Though I worry she'd bleed them dry." Isla groaned. "Or maybe we pick a good-hearted sheltered woman who needs to be introduced to a world of trou- hey! That was me! Beau!"

"She was such a delicate flower, Pepper," Beau giggled. "Now look at her, so worldly at last."

"I love what she bloomed into," the Snorlax smiled. "Are all your exes this fun?"

"Don't gloss over your machinations!" Isla growled, "Beau, you're evil."

"I'm a sweetheart," Beau said, "Who only wants the best for you."

"It took a while to get there, though, didn't it?" Pepper said, "Were all of Isla's dates that bad?"

"Oh, that's a question we can answer with the next one," Beau said, clapping her hands excitedly. "Isla, do you remember Josie?"

"Yes, I obviously remember Josie." Isla snorted, pulling down her sleeve to reveal a black stripe of a tattoo with patches of skin for stars. "It's hard to forget her."

"That's where you got that tattoo?" Pepper said, "It suits you. You're pretty like the night sky."

Isla blushed. "I'll take the compliment."

"Josie was Isla's second date. She had a taste for danger, and I had the perfect Pokémon to follow. Want to hear the story?"

"No!" Isla yelled at the same time Pepper yelled. "Yes!"

"Isla, your beautiful wife wants to hear the story." Beau said, "Are you not going to tell her?"

"Emotional blackmailer," Isla snorted, "Fine. We had our first date at a rock concert."

"You? A rocker?" Pepper grinned, "Hard to believe."

"Yeah, I wasn't. But Josie was and, well, maybe I should just tell it."

"You should," Beau nodded. "This is a great story."

"I'd go with mortifying," Isla groaned, "But it's certainly memorable. Okay then, so Josie- "

----

Isla had been to concerts before, but they'd been pleasant affairs. People brought sandwiches and had picnics on the grass. The music was light, with a soft background noise for lovers trying to get a little closer. She'd thought she could be a little scandalous and turn up a figure-hugging mesh dress with a floral print. Something that really showed off the curves Stella had given her. It'd have been absolutely killer in one of those soft, cozy concerts.

Josie's idea of a concert was a lot different.

A Pyroar was up on stage, her yellow and red ponytail fluttering in the breeze as her voice thundered over the mic, only taking a break to kiss the hell out of what was clearly her wife on the guitar. The crowd cheered louder for the kisses than the song, and Isla had to admit, that was a lot of fun. But fuck! The bass was so loud it was a physical force thumping at her chest, and the music was a never-ending roar. The crowd was a sea of movement, surging and screaming joyously as they churned the ground to thick mud. People were firing moves wildly into the air, flames, water, and all kinds of exotic effects colliding and coating the whole sky in a riot of swirling colors. It was utterly overwhelming, and Isla would have drowned in it if not for her date letting her take some shelter in her black leather jacket with metal studs on the shoulder.

"How are you doing?" Josie's said, her voice rumbling above the noise. Isla looked up at the Pokémon that was a head taller than her, and she gave Isla a bright smile with a flash of sharp teeth. Unlike her dark skin, Josie's face was pure white, with a black star painted over one of her light red eyes. Isla had grown stocky after all her time with Stella, and she made quite the contrast to thin Josie. Perfectly trim fitness that felt delightful under Isla's hands. All coiled muscle and soft felt like black and white fur, Josie was hot, and she knew it, and the confidence the Obstagoon oozed was so, so sexy it was just like the concert. Too much for Isla to handle. 

"I'm... fine."

"You don't look fine," Josie said, leaning down and running a sharp claw through Isla's hair. "You can relax, babe. I know this is a lot, but it's supposed to be fun! If you want out, I can clear a path for us. "

She could too. They were practically in the center of a moshpit. Yet, anyone who had come close to crashing into them had been turned away by a sudden flashing white cross in the air, ripping around them with a loud tear as Josie swayed her body to bounce them off it. Obstruction is one of the rare perfect defenses of the Pokémon world. Despite the insanity of finding herself in a moshpit, Isla was the safest she'd ever been in her entire life.  

Isla tightened her grip on Josie's lean body. Resting her face up against a pair of breasts that were barely curved at all but felt like the perfect rest right now. The music thundered along Josie's skin, and closing her eyes, Isla let herself feel the warmth of Josei's fur and the light scratches of her claws through Isla's hair. All this intensity and Josie was a bubble of comfort in it all. The loud Pokémon rocker wouldn't let anything happen to her date. 

"This spot right here is great. Thank you." Isla's voice was tiny, but Josie heard her, and the dirty chuckle she gave made Isla blush. 

"Don't thank me. I'm the one who's got a pretty woman dangling off her body." Josie said, running her claws down Isla's dress. "If I weren't wearing the tightest leather pants known to Pokémon, you'd have a good idea of how much I'm enjoying this."

"Josie!" Isla gasped, "We're in public."

"So?" Josie asked. Her hand stroked over the waistline of Isla's skirt and then ran along the curve of her butt. "Everyone is here to have a good time. They'd cheer me on."

"You're a troublemaker," Isla muttered, blushing. She couldn't deny that she was enjoying this. There was something thrilling about being so utterly out of her element. 

"I'm pushing your buttons a little, I'll admit it." Josie laughed, and the deep sound rumbled through Isla's body. "It's a dangerous game I like playing. Taking sweet things like you out and giving you a taste of what it's like to throw all those rules you have away."

"You're a bad girl," Isla teased, looking up into Josie's light red eyes, and her breath caught in her throat as Josie's fingers slipped under her skirt. Even pressed together as close as they were, if someone paid attention, they'd see it. The moshpit was bouncing, bodies rolling over, and women squealing as people were wrapped up in strong arms or by long, fuzzy bodies. There was plenty of kissing and heavy petting, but Isla couldn't see anything going quite as far as hands under clothes. Josie hadn't gone beyond stroking a thigh, but Isla was overwhelmed, not stupid. It wasn't going to stop there.  

"You're a bad girl, too, if you don't tell me to stop." Josie said, voice low, and the words thundered in Isla's ear louder than the music, "Tell me you don't want this."

"I..." Isla gulped; her mouth had completely dried up, and the air felt thick. The squelch of mud under her feet, ruining her best shoes, left her no solid ground to stand on. The only security she had was Josie, a woman who felt genuinely unassailable. Isla wasn't scared of saying no; she knew Josie would fight the world for her if she just asked. It left her in the difficult situation of having to actually decide if she wanted this. 

Public sex. Where anyone could look and see what Josie was doing to her because Isla had no illusions she'd be able to keep quiet and controlled. She wasn't unfamiliar with it; Stella had done with her on her very first date. But that had been Stella fully guiding it. The Purugly had always gotten her permission, but it'd always felt like the decision was made, and Isla simply accepted to go along with the plan. This was far more of a choice. The date could go two directions, and it was up to Isla which way.  

"Take as long as you like to decide," Josie purred, her voice rumbling with amusement. The claws of the hand holding Ilsa close ran up to Isla's neck and gently scratched between her shoulder blades. It was an oddly sweet gesture, powerfully contrasted by the claws raking along her thighs and making her shudder with every stroke. 

 "Josie," Isla groaned, her hips swaying back and forth. "This is... too much."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no."

It was too much. But right now, too much felt good. It made Isla's heart race and her muscles ache to be used, and she'd never felt anything quite like it before. Stella had often gotten her into trouble, but it'd always been something Stella had dragged her into. Isla was more Stella's pet than her partner in crime, and you could hardly blame a well-trained pet for doing what her master told her to do. Josie wasn't like that; she pushed, but she wanted Isla to match her and push back. To go into trouble hand in hand, and that somehow made it even more terrifying. It was easy to get pulled into trouble. It was far harder to willingly choose to be there when you had the option to back out. 

"I want this."

"Yeah, you do," Josie growled, and her claw hooked around the waistband of Isla's panties, tearing them off with a single tug and flicking them away into the moshpit. A woman stumbled as she slipped on the fabric and went over on her back into the mud, and the crowd swallowed her up before Isla could gasp out an apology. It hadn't really been Isla's fault, but she felt guilty anyway, and that guilt crashed into a wave of pleasure as Josie's fingers found their mark.

"You're already soaking wet," Josie teased, rubbing the tip of her claw up and down Isla's folds. There had to be a little dark infused in them because it felt so deliriously good Isla could barely focus on anything else. "And we haven't even got to the good part."

"What are you going to do?" Isla asked, gasping as a second finger slid inside her. It was so filling; Josie had nice thick fingers and an incredible skill using them. Just a few curls were all it took to have Isla's legs shaking.

"Whatever you want, babe, I'm fully in your control. You tell me what you want, and I'll grant your wishes." 

It was unfair just how hot Josie's reckless confidence was. Isla wished she could have that kind of fearlessness, but that wasn't really within Josie's power to give. Isla was going to settle for coming up with something that wasn't lame, chewing her bottom lip as she tried fruitlessly to think of something cool to ask. Having two fingers stuffed inside her wasn't making that any easier.

Josie flashed Isla a grin as she struggled. "Is it exciting, having all that power under your fingertips? I'm a big deal, but I'm your bitch for today."

Isla nodded. It was, it really was. A nervous thrill was bouncing around in her stomach, and she wanted to push it further. But she just didn't know how; she was used to being dragged along on a reckless adventure, not starting one. Josie's gently teasing fingers were making her hop on her feet, and the thumping music made everything melt into a gooey soup of pleasure. Not unpleasant, but a bit too much like being recklessly drunk to really enjoy. 

Still, unlike Stella and her manic adventures, Josie was just smiling proudly at Isla, waiting for her to make a move. There was an ocean of patience behind those eyes, and there was comfort in knowing Josie was with Isla on this. If she took a step, it'd be a step together. So she made the only smart move as her brain fumbled and asked for a little more help. 

"I can't even think, let alone come up with a wish," Isla groaned, and her knees buckled as a thumb pressed hard on her clit. It was all too much; she didn't know how Josie could expect her to decide. The crowd bounced around her, and she could hear the screams of people enjoying themselves, but her eyes were locked on Josie's. She couldn't focus on more than that, not when her legs were weak, her head was spinning, and her pussy was clenching around the Obstagoon's fingers.

"You can do it," Josie urged, and the silky softness of her voice was a stark contrast to the way her fingers were slaking fiery lines of pleasure along the inside of Isla's pussy. 

"I can't," Isla whined. She wasn't sure if it was a refusal to say or simply that she was incapable. She felt like a puddle, and Josie's arm was the only thing holding her up. "I just can't"

"Can't even think?" Josie chuckled, and Isla nodded mutely, and the Obstagoon leaned down and licked at her ear. "The hardest thing to do is not to think. To just say what you want the next second from now, with no filter. It doesn't have to be a plan or even something fun. I just want you to open yourself and go with the moment. What do you want right now?" 

"You."

"Perfect answer," Josie whispered in her ear. "Go on, I'm all yours. Run your hands over me, find what you want, and take it."

Isla's hands ran along Josie's stomach, and she felt the taut muscle flexing as her date's fingers curled inside her, which made Isla's legs tremble. The abs were delightful, but they weren't what Isla really wanted. She could see the real prize because Josie's tight leather pants really didn't leave anything to the imagination. Her cock was straining to get free, a long and thick bulge running down Josie's right leg. It was practically begging to be released; she'd gotten really worked up being close to Isla, and the thought she'd made Josie like that made Isla's mouth water.

"Take it," Josie whispered. "You don't need my help. If you want something, then take it."

Her voice was like a firecracker, exploding in Isla's ears, and she couldn't resist that call. The concert around them was already a blur; the only solid point was Josie, so Isla held onto her. Her hands ran along the Obstagoon's leg, feeling the rough leather, the heat from her skin, and the way her muscles quivered as Isla's fingers reached the top of her thighs and caressed the edge of her cock. 

"Like it?" Josie groaned, her claws around Isla's hip digging a little deeper. The dark energy in her claws made the feeling of those claws raking against her skin breathtakingly good.

"How could I not like it," Isla whispered, mouth dry. "It's gorgeous."

There was a little zip on Josie's pants, and she pulled at it slowly, the sound drowned out by the roar of the music and the crowd. Public sex wasn't frowned upon in an adult concert like this, but Isla wasn't used to there being the possibility of so much attention. Only a few people were looking at them as they danced, but even just those quick glances made her cheeks burn hotter than the sun. Isla could see the outline of the base of Josie's cock, and the sheer thickness of it was enough to make her gasp.

"It's a lot, right?" Josie teased, "You said you've had big before. How do I measure up?" 

"Y-you're definitely going to stretch me."

"I won't hurt you," Josie promised, licking at the sweat running down Isla's neck. "I'll take care of you."

Fuck, the way she said that sent a shudder through Isla. The Obstagoon had muscles, she could pick Isla up without any effort. Use her like a toy if she wants to. Yet all her strength was held in check. There was a powerful beast under Isla's fingers, but all Josie wanted to do was watch Isla have a good time. Isla owed it to her to seize that opportunity, and that meant seizing this cock.  She reached into Josie's pants and grabbed it, and the way her date groaned as her fingers closed around her shaft made Isla grin.

"It's a nice thick cock," Isla said, "Just how I like them."

Arceus! Isla hadn't touched a drop of alcohol and still felt drunk saying a line like that. It was simply exhilarating acting so forward.  

"Glad you approve," Josie grunted, her fingers curling in Isla's hair and dragging her into a kiss. Like the mosh pit they were in, the kiss was a sloppy, messy thing. All flailing enjoyment and enthusiastic fun, especially as Josie had a tongue that a woman could really choke on. The taste of blackberry-flavored lipstick coated Isla's mouth as Josie's tongue explored her, and the claws on her scalp dug a little deeper as Isla squeezed to really drag the breath out of Isla's lungs. She felt dizzy when Josie finally withdrew, and the firm handful of cock she was slowly stroking was an amazing anchor back to reality. 

"Let me get these out of the way," Josie growled happily as her hips rocked into Isla's stroking hand. She pushed the tips of her claws under the waistband of her leather pants. Isla didn't even have time to comprehend what was about to happen before the harsh rip of the leather pants echoed over the moshpit. Josie had torn them off with practiced ease and tossed them aside onto a woman who screamed with glee like she'd just won the lottery.   

"You could have just taken them off!"

"This is faster," Josie shrugged, flashing Isla a grin. "I just can't wait to get a hold of you. Can you blame me?" 

"I'm absolutely blaming you."

"Well, what's the punishment? Because I don't feel the slightest bit bad about it." Josie purred, and the way her eyes roamed hungrily over Isla's body made the heat of her blush feel like a fever. Isla didn't know what she should do, but she did know what she wanted. She stepped back from Josie, and the Obstagoon gave a confused look as she did. Then Isla spun around and dropped down to her knees. The mud was cold, but it was easy to forget the discomfort with a view like this. The way Josie's cock pointed upwards in a proud salute was absolutely magnificent. The sun glistened just beyond it, giving it a proud halo. Isla licked her lips at the divine sight and leaned in.

"I've got a great punishment for you," Isla teased, looking at the Obstagoon around the curve of her cock. Focusing on Josie's eyes meant she didn't have to look at the small crowd they were attracting. Obstruction kept anyone from getting closer, but the glowing white crosses made it all the more obvious they were both on show. 

"Do tell," Josie purred, stroking a claw along Isla's jaw and tilting her chin up, and Isla opened her mouth wide.

"You've got to stand still and not fuck my face," Isla said, "Let me run things. I can't decide on where we should go, but I can damn well make a decision on what I do to this nice, thick cock."

"That's unfair, I can't resist you."

"Punishments aren't fair. Lock those legs, and I see that hip thrust you're going to spend the rest of the day eating me out."

"I'd do that happily." Josie grinned, "But I'm liking this assertive Isla. Go on then, do your worst."

Isla could see the excitement bubbling behind Josie's eyes and knew she'd pushed the right buttons. It was fun getting to boss the punk rocker around, even if it was a willing surrender. Arceus, the cock in front of her was so close! It was impossible to ignore, a truly impressive size. Isla had an incredible urge to take a taste.  She was done holding herself back. Isla closed the distance between her and her prize.

A sharp hiss escaped Josie as Isla ran her tongue along her length. Isla couldn't help delight at how delicious the Obstagoon tasted. A hint of sweat and the strong, almost overpowering scent of blackberries just set all of Isla's senses aflame. For all her tough exterior, Josie was a real treat up close. The cock shuddered as Isla ran her tongue up the underside of the shaft and curled it around to slick it on the way back down. Isla couldn't help but moan and rub her cheek into the cock as she stroked back and fore. It felt so thick and warm against her, and Josie's soft fur tickling against her as she reached the base was the velvety icing on the cake.

"You've got a lovely cock," Isla murmured, giving a slow and sloppy lick back up to circle the head. 

"You're ravenous," Josie groaned. Her voice had gotten deep, and the hand on the back of Isla's head was gripping tight, but she was keeping her promise not to rush Isla, letting her hand ride with Isla's head. "Everyone's jealous, I can feel it."

"I'm just getting started," Isla purred, and the gasp Josie let out as Isla took her into her mouth was a sweet reward. The Obstagoon had clearly not expected her to dive on, and Isla was delighted by how her knees wobbled. She kept it nice and shallow, taking a couple of inches and sucking hard. Her cheeks bulged with the pressure, and Josie's eyes locked on her lips. She looked utterly mesmerized, and Isla felt a surge of pride at seeing her so overwhelmed.

"I love this view," Josie rasped, "I could stare at you sucking on my cock for hours."

Isla couldn't believe she was doing this, but it felt good. It was fun and playful. The cock was big, but she'd handled bigger, and the fact the moshpit was bouncing around her only added to the excitement. There was a thrill of being in the middle of the crowd, and the cheers and whoops from the people watching only added to the rush.

"I can't believe you're doing this," Josie said, chuckling. "You've got so much spunk, baby. So much more than I expected."

Isla moaned around her mouthful and slid down further, taking another inch. She was getting into a rhythm, bobbing back and forth as her tongue ran around the base of Josie's cock. She was barely in control, there was something wonderfully filthy about the way her spit was running down her chin as she coated that wonderful cock in a glossy coat. She could taste the sweet precum leaking from the tip, and her own pussy was quivering at the thought of having this cock inside her. The hand on her head was a firm support, and the Obstagoon's fingers flexed gently every time Isla did something nice. It was a little thing, but it was a nice feedback loop and gave Isla a wonderful feeling of control.

"I really want to thrust." Josie begged, "Just a little?"

Isla swatted her thigh with a sharp rap to tell her off. This was her show, and she wasn't done yet. The crowd was moving around them, the moshpit a living, breathing beast, and the thumping in the background was its roar. Even the band noticed the change in crowd energy and hammered out a beat that Isla could feel in her bones. Everything was pulsing, and the crowd was a sea around them, a wild and uncontrolled force that was all too happy to cheer the two of them on.

"Isla, baby, I'm going to cum if you keep going like this."

Good. Isla wasn't going to be satisfied with giving a half-assed blowjob, not when she'd had the courage to throw herself in like this. She was going to show everyone what a good cock sucker she was. The embarrassment stung. Her nerves were screaming, but she'd committed to this and would see it through. She bobbed her head back and forth faster, pushing the limits of what she could fit in her mouth. It was hard. She could barely breathe but was enjoying herself too much to slow down. Josie's claws raked across her scalp, and the gentle scratches left Isla feeling light-headed. It was a sweet contrast to the throbbing cock sliding along her tongue and the ache in her jaw.

"Isla... babe. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna..."

Josie's cock twitched in Isla's mouth, and the first spurt hit the back of her throat. It was too thick to swallow and just filled Isla's mouth, sliding along her tongue and coating it with a wonderful flavor that had her moaning for more. There was a loud cheer from the crowd as Isla pulled her head back, a trail of cum following her and splattering down her top. She swallowed it all in several gulps, and they cheered her like she'd won the Champion Cup.

"I've made a monster," Josie groaned. Her legs were trembling, and the hand on the back of Isla's head had gone limp. The Obstagoon was staring at her, her eyes hazy and lost, and the pride swelling in Isla's chest was incredible. She was a little dazed, and the sight of her red lipstick painted in rings along Josie's cock was driving her mad.

"You can fuck my face now," Isla purred, giving Josie's cock a kiss. "You can do anything you want to me."

"I want more than your mouth," Josie growled, and she hauled Isla to her feet with her hands under her arms. The Obstagoon lifted her in the air without a hint of effort, and Isla's stomach fluttered. Her date could pick her up like she was made of straw. All the control she'd had really was a kindness from Josie and now the Obstagoon looked ready to take charge.

The world spun around Isla as Josie fell forward. She squealed as her back hit the muddy ground. Josie landed on top of her, knocking the breath out of her, and her mouth crashed into Isla's, their tongues entwining in a frantic, desperate kiss.

"Fuck," Isla gasped, wrapping her legs around Josie's hips and holding on tight.

"You're incredible," Josie growled, and her teeth scraped down the side of Isla's neck. She was going to leave some marks, and the thought was exhilarating. "I love a woman who braves it all."

"I want you inside me," Isla whispered, and her back arched as Josie's cock found its mark. True to her Dark Type, she wasn't waiting a second now she could get what she wanted. It was a slow grind, her cock sliding into Isla. There was so much cock that Isla had to let out a few pained groans, but the sweet burn of the stretch was making her toes curl, and the way Josie moaned back in response was just delicious.

"Oh, Arceus, you're tight," Josie hissed, her hips rocking and her claws digging into the mud. "Making me work for it."

"Well, work," Isla said between groans. "You don't want to look bad, do you?"

The incredibly public sex did make Isla cringe a little inside, but it was more than matched by the thrill of doing something so completely outgoing. Everyone could see them rutting in the mud. They were in the heart of the moshpit, and people were bumping into Josie's barriers as they danced, slapping it and cheering them on as the music built to another crescendo. 

Josie didn't seem bothered. She was utterly focused on Isla, her teeth nibbling and biting her skin, her tongue lapping up the sweat, and the hand running down Isla's top and squeezing her breasts. She wasn't being gentle, and every squeeze or bite sent Isla's brain afire. It was an onslaught of stimulation, and the pleasure was like an avalanche. It was as unstoppable as Josie's cock, those powerful hips grinding back and forth and filling her up. The stretch was so sweet, and every thrust was getting easier.

"Yes," Isla wailed, and the crowd around them whooped. She hadn't meant to be loud, but there was no hiding how good it was.

"Fuck yes, scream louder," Josie said as she sat up, giving Isla an incredible view of all that underboob and Josie's wild face. The glow from her eyes was reflecting off the droplets of sweat running down her forehead, and it made her look so damn fierce. "Let everyone know how much you love this cock." 

"I fucking love this cock!" Isla shouted, and the crowd went wild.

It felt incredible. There was no shame. Isla didn't care if everyone heard her. All she wanted was to enjoy the moment and the incredible, mind-blowing sensation of a good, hard fuck. She was going to walk out of here sore, and the thought of that was just the best. The fact that everyone had to watch should have been mortifying, but it just made her feel so damn proud. She was a quiet woman usually, and she'd thrown it all away to show she could handle the best cock here. Not just handle it, she was making Josie moan every time the Obstagoon's hips smacked into hers, her ass shaking in barely contained pleasure with every thrust.

Josie's cock was rubbing deep, and Isla could feel herself clamping down hard on it making every stroke all the more intense. Her climax was building and every slam from Josie's hips was pushing her closer. Her whole body trembled with anticipation, but she'd been with Stella for months and didn't come quickly these days. Josie was panting as she worked for it. The pace was punishing, and Isla was glad the Obstagoon didn't want to be gentle. Every time the cock slammed home, her hips bounced against Josie's, and the feeling of her cock jolting inside her from the shock was just amazing.

"I'm going to cum, baby," Josie groaned, the glowing red in her eyes burning brighter. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Isla hissed, "Ruin me."

The Obstagoon let out a primal, wild roar, and the moshpit went insane. Isla had never heard anything like it, it was noise so loud you could feel it press against your skin. People were bouncing off Josie's barrier and into each other's arms, and a few women were getting pressed against it and fucked hard enough they'd be sore too, come morning. They'd inspired people to go wild, and Josie was going to be the star of this show. Her orgasm was a roaring wave that washed away the rest of the world, the world fading to the feeling of Josie's cock slamming deep inside her and filling her with a sticky flood of cum. It was too much warmth to even bear. Isla didn't have a choice about cumming her brains out. It was dragged out of her. Her legs tightened around Josie's hips and squeezed the Obstagoon tight as she let the most incredible feeling take her apart. It was a mess, she was gasping, crying out as her fingers were raking down Josie's back until her muscles ached. 

Josie collapsed down after it, resting her weight on Isla, her furred breasts pressed against her, and Isla wrapped up in her arms and held on tight. They were both trembling and slick with sweat, and Josie was breathing hard, her cock twitching and still giving a few last spurts of cum into Isla's well-fucked pussy.

"That was incredible," Isla panted, "You were incredible."

"So were you," Josie said, and the way she nuzzled her nose against Isla's neck was the most adorable thing. Just a sweet gesture after all that. "You are an absolute treat."

"We've made a mess."

"Everyone gets dirty in a moshpit," Josie said, chuckling. "But I'm more interested in the next act."

"Next act?"

"Yeah. I got a hotel room that needs wrecking."

"Won't we get in trouble?"

"Oh, I hope so," Josie grinned, her hand stroking Isla's hair. "I'll make a real troublemaker of you yet."

----

"Isla!" Beau laughed on the screen, the Luvdisk flicking up her tail fin to hide her mouth. "I never knew you had that in you."

"I've had a lot of things in me," Isla smiled, legs kicked up on the table as she sat on Pepper's lap. "Mostly thanks to your machinations."

"My wife's fearless," Pepper said proudly, reaching up with her massive mitt of a hand to run a hand through Isla's hair. There was still a stripe of white in it. One of the nice little presents Josie had left her from their time together. "Gets me pickles every time. Makes up for the horrible music she listens to in the shower."

"I'll get you loving rock eventually," Isla said as she nuzzled her head back into Pepper's palm. "I've heard you hum some tunes."

"It makes you horny," Pepper said and hummed a bar as she bit one of Isla's ears, getting a gasp out of her. "Now I finally know where this comes from, though."

Isla's gasp hadn't just been affectionate play from Pepper; it was so she could get Isla's mouth open and drag Isla's tongue out. Isla's tongue was long, long enough she could snake it around all of Pepper's fingers and still have some length to wiggle at Beau to try and make the Luvdisc blush. 

It didn't work because Beau had seen it all, but Isla didn't mind. Pepper showing her off was more than enough reward. 

"I'm sure Josie contributed to that," Beau said, fanning herself with laminated paperwork on the camera. "But I think I know who's more responsible, and you'll never guess who our next candidate is."

"Beau!" Isla said messily because her tongue was being used as a cat's cradle by a Snorlax right now. "Are we really going to go through all my exes?"

"It'd be very cheeky if I did that, wouldn't it? But since you mentioned it, do you remember Geneva?"  

Oh yes. Isla remembered Geneva. Despite looking so very normal, nobody who met Geneva ever forgot her. 

---

As fun as Josie had been, the relationship had a time limit. Josie liked teaching women to be adventurous, and eventually, her work with Isla was done. She still met the Obstagoon to dance now and then in dark bars, but they both knew it was becoming more of an enjoyable friendship than a committed relationship. In fact, Josie had been trying to set up Isla with some of her mosh pit friends, and while it was tempting, Isla had her fill of adventure for a bit and wanted something nice and simple to relax. No pushy but searingly hot cat ladies, no wrestling in the mud while a crowd watched or banging to thumping bar music. Just a nice, honest, homely date. 

Beau claimed she'd found Isla just that in just a day, promising that this Pokémon was as simple as they come. Isla had her doubts that Beau could ever serve up something vanilla, but the Luvdisc had promised her she'd enjoy herself, and while Beau could be a rascal, making ladies happy was her calling in life. It'd be foolish to turn the offer down, even if Isla had her guard up this time. 

Their date had picked the meeting spot, and it was promising for a nice, normal time. A coffee shop called Blend, the most safe of first date locations. It was cozy inside; wooden beams and stone walls gave it a rustic look, and the Pidove serving was an absolute delight, who rambled on enthusiastically about coffee beans for so long with Isla that she forgot what she'd even been convinced to order. Something with vanilla in it and a caffeine kick that already had her shuffling in her booth seat, trying to keep an eye on the door for who was turning up. She'd come very early. If she was going to date a nice simple Pokémon, she darn well wasn't going to leave them sitting and wondering if Isla would turn up.

She didn't expect to wait quite as long as she had. The vanilla-flavored coffee sitting in front of her was growing cold. Isla was trying her best to stay calm, but as the minutes dragged on, she began to wonder if maybe she had made a mistake with the time or the address.

Isla glanced around the café, watching the quiet hum of conversation around her. Other patrons came and went, couples chatting over their drinks, friends laughing softly in the corners. But no one was looking for her. No one seemed to be hesitating at the door, scanning the room for a date. She tapped her fingers on the rim of her cup, the warmth from the drink now barely there.

Beau had never failed Isla, even if she'd always pulled out a string of surprises. But the longer Isla sat alone, the more she started to wonder if she'd been set up for disappointment today. Maybe her date had second thoughts. Perhaps they hadn't wanted a woman with a thick Purguly build and an Obstagoon's white stripe through her hair. Maybe-

The doorbell jingled, and Isla looked up instinctively, half-expecting yet another stranger who wasn't here for her. But this time, someone walked in who immediately caught her attention.

She was tall, with smooth, pale skin that contrasted sharply with the soft pink of her hair, which cascaded around her shoulders in waves. Her outfit was simple yet elegant, consisting of a loose cream-colored sweater that draped gently over her soft curves, paired with well-fitted jeans that hugged her plush figure in a way that was both effortless and infuriatingly attractive.

Isla couldn't help but stare. The woman was plump in the most perfectly put-together way, full-bodied yet carrying herself with a casual grace that made it seem as though she had never once questioned her appearance. There was something unfairly enchanting about her, the way her presence filled the space without overwhelming it, the way she moved, with a certain gentleness, as if she were mindful of how much space she took up. Not shy, not hesitant, just comfortable in her own skin. It made Isla's heart stutter in a way she wasn't prepared for.

She felt suddenly and acutely aware of herself. Of her own broad build, the way she always second-guessed how much room she took up, the way she tugged at her clothes to make sure nothing clung too tightly. She didn't hate her inheritance, but being so much bigger had been a massive change for Isla, as she was now more imposing. This woman was plumper, with more soft skin than trim, broad-shouldered muscle, and that made her simply adorable. Isla couldn't decide if that made her flustered or more envious. Probably both.

The woman glanced around, her gaze scanning the room as if searching for someone. Isla tensed, watching her warily. She was gorgeous, no doubt about it, but she wasn't who Isla had been expecting. There were no obvious Pokémon features, no claws, no markings, no tail. Just a perfectly human woman with a little bit of pink-haired inheritance, looking as lost in thought as Isla felt.

Isla frowned. She must be waiting for someone else. That had to be it. But then, the woman's gaze settled on her, and she smiled. There was a moment of silence before the woman smiled, a soft, reassuring curve of the lips that made Isla feel instantly more at ease. She rose to meet her, her heart beating a little faster as the stranger approached the table.

"Isla?" the woman asked, her voice smooth and calm, with an almost melodic quality to it.

"Yeah, that's me," Isla replied, unsure whether she was more surprised by hearing her own name or how easily she felt a connection to the woman in front of her.

The woman extended a hand, her grip firm and warm. "I'm Riley. It's nice to finally meet you." She didn't seem overly eager or shy, just relaxed in that almost too-perfect way that made Isla pause for a moment as if trying to figure out the woman before her.

Isla stiffened, her confusion only deepening. What meeting? Her mind scrambled for an answer, but nothing quite fit. And then it all clicked. This had to be her date. But it made no sense. Riley didn't look like any Pokémon Isla had ever seen. There were no obvious traits, no telltale features that hinted at something other than human. Just a perfectly ordinary woman sitting across from her, meeting her gaze with a calm, unwavering expression.

"Nice to meet you too," Isla said, still trying to make sense of what was going on. Was this really happening? So much for simple; she wasn't even talking to the right woman!

Riley sat down across from her, folding her hands neatly on the table. She hesitated for a brief moment, then let out a small sigh. "I should probably tell you. The Pokémon you were supposed to meet, Geneva, she couldn't make it. Something came up at the last minute. I'm really sorry about that."

A slight pang of disappointment settled in Isla's chest. She'd been stood up! That stung, and this sweetheart Riley had come in the Pokémon's place. For a brief moment, Isla wasn't sure how to feel about that, but then Isla took a second look at Riley, really looked at her, and that disappointment was quickly replaced with something else entirely. Because Riley was stunning. Her soft curves, the way her sweater draped perfectly over her plush figure, the casual way she carried herself. It all made Isla's brain short-circuit.

The way she smiled, the way her pink hair framed her face. It was unfairly pretty. Isla swallowed hard. She shifted in her seat, trying to focus, but the warmth on her face refused to fade. The idea of dating a human had never seriously crossed her mind before. Now, sitting across from Riley, that idea was becoming a lot harder to dismiss.

"Oh. So you're here instead?" Isla finally asked awkwardly as she tried not to sound too desperate.

Riley nodded quickly, offering an apologetic smile. "Yeah. I felt bad that you'd be left waiting, so I thought I'd step in. If that's okay?"

Isla hesitated. Something still felt off, but Isla couldn't quite put her finger on it. Still, she wasn't about to pass up a coffee with a pretty woman. Josie had taught her better than that.  

"Not at all," Isla finally said, forcing a small smile. "I actually got here pretty early."

They both settled into the conversation easily after that. The initial awkwardness of a first date faded, replaced by comfortable small talk that filled the silence nicely. Isla sipped her coffee, warm again as she'd gotten it topped up, and found herself genuinely enjoying the moment. Riley was interesting, neither too loud nor too reserved, and she had a way of speaking that made every word sound like it carried weight without being overwhelming.

As they continued to talk, Isla couldn't help but feel that sense of relief creeping up. This had become just the kind of simple date Isla had wanted in the end. Riley wasn't as thrilling as the past two women Isla had been with, but she was a nice, sweet treat instead. It almost felt too good to be true. Isla glanced at the door again, just to be sure, but no one else was coming. This was it.

Riley. Not what Isla had expected, but maybe what she needed.

Riley seemed to pick up on Isla's growing ease, her smile shifting into something more playful. She rested her chin on her hand, watching Isla with an amused glint in her eyes. "You're cute when you're flustered, you know that?" she teased, her voice smooth like honey.

Isla nearly choked on her coffee. "I am not flustered," she protested, setting her cup down a little too quickly. The heat in her face begged to differ.

Riley hummed, clearly unconvinced. "Mhm. Sure. I'll believe that when you can look at me without turning pink."

Isla huffed, trying to ignore the way her face still felt warm. "Well, pink must be your favorite color with that hair of yours."

Riley grinned, brushing a hand through her soft waves. "You think so? Maybe I just like standing out." She twirled a lock of pink hair around her finger, then tilted her head, studying Isla with a playful glint in her eye. "Or maybe," she continued, leaning in just slightly, "I just have an appreciation for striking hair. And yours? That black with the shock of white? Gorgeous. Makes you look like you walked right out of a battle, all fierce and untouchable."

Isla's brain promptly short-circuited. She opened her mouth to respond, but all that came out was a small, strangled sound as her face heated up even further. Riley smirked, clearly enjoying the effect she was having. "Oh? No comeback? That's adorable."

Isla swallowed hard. She was absolutely losing this battle.

Riley, as if sensing her moment of victory, stretched lazily and let out a quiet, pleased hum. Then, without breaking eye contact, she slowly traced the rim of Isla's coffee cup with a single finger, idly dragging it in a slow, deliberate circle as she showed off her staggering cleavage. Her lips quirked up ever so slightly, a silent challenge in her gaze.

Isla groaned, slumping back in her seat, running a hand over her face to try and compose herself. "You're really something, you know that?"

Riley's smirk widened. "And yet, you seem to be enjoying yourself."

Isla groaned, covering her face with her hands for a second before peeking at Riley through her fingers. The worst part was that she liked it. Riley's confidence, her playful teasing. It was making her heart race in a way she hadn't expected.

They clicked far too easily, slipping into a natural rhythm of conversation that felt effortless. Riley was charmingly flirty, and Isla, well, Isla was a bit of a mess, but Riley didn't seem to mind in the slightest. If anything, she seemed to enjoy how easily she could get a reaction out of her.

At some point, Isla found herself flagging down the Pidove server. "Do you want something to eat?" she asked Riley. "I feel bad sitting here drinking while you just watch me."

Riley grinned. "Aw, you're looking after me already? That's sweet."

Isla rolled her eyes, but her lips still twitched into a smile. "It's just polite. You want something or not?"

"Alright, alright. Surprise me. I'll eat whatever you pick."

That felt oddly trusting. Isla hesitated for just a second before ordering a simple dessert. This vanilla cream pastry seemed fitting for how soft and sweet Riley came across. When it arrived, she watched as Riley picked up her fork and took a delicate bite.

If it had stopped there, the night would have been pleasant but unremarkable. It did not stop there. 

Riley's tongue flicked out, curling around the fork with slow, deliberate precision, wrapping neatly around the piece of pastry perched on the tines. The pink muscle flexed, tightening just slightly before drawing the morsel into her mouth with a smooth, almost sensual ease. She didn't bite down immediately; instead, she let the fork drag slowly past her lips, her tongue lingering against the metal as if savoring the taste, before finally swallowing. The fork was held up to show the slick sheen of moisture it had gained.

The motion had been so fluid. Like Riley knew exactly what she was doing.

Isla went rigid, her breath catching in her throat. That was not a normal tongue. That was-

Oh. Oh no.

Heat flared in her face, and she fought the sudden, treacherous thought that it had looked weirdly... nice? No, she was not about to go down that path. Absolutely not. But damn it, there was something undeniably captivating about the way Riley had moved, so effortless and smooth, so controlled. It was hard not to notice. Hard not to imagine her pinned down and Riley...

No. Absolutely not.

She clenched her hands under the table, suddenly very aware of how warm the café had gotten.

Pokémon inheritance. It had to be. Maybe a Goodra? Something with a long tongue, perhaps even a Sylveon with how effortlessly charming she was. That would explain it, right? The more Isla thought about it, the harder it became to pin down who it could be. There were a lot of Pokémon with long tongues? So why couldn't she think of any of them at the moment? Her brain, already overheated from Riley's relentless teasing, refused to cooperate.

Riley, still holding her fork, let her tongue slide out again, this time extending even further, unfurling like a slow, lazy ribbon. She let it stretch with an amused glint in her eye, curling effortlessly as it reached for her fingertip. The pink muscle wound around her digit in a slow, deliberate motion, looping snugly before trailing around to gather the stray bits of cream dappled over her skin in one smooth, practiced swipe. It flexed and curled, the tip teasing against her skin before it tightened further, coiling with almost lazy confidence as it writhed between her fingers as if showcasing just how much control Riley had over it. Then, with a small flick, she unwound it, but not all at once. Her tongue lingered, dragging against each finger in a slow, tantalizing motion before finally slipping back, leaving behind a slick, glistening sheen. Riley let out a pleased hum as she wiggled her fingers at Isla, her lips quirking upward as she sucked the last traces of cream away.

Isla felt the heat rush to her face so fast she was sure she was about to combust. Her stomach twisted in a way that was definitely not appropriate for a café setting. Yet, she couldn't look away. The sheer length of it, the way it moved with such precise control. It was ridiculous. Completely ridiculous. Her mind scrambled for something, anything to latch onto, but all she could think about was how the motion had been so effortlessly smooth, so practiced. Like Riley had done this a thousand times before and knew exactly how to make it look. About what Riley could do with that tongue if only she'd slip under the table and-

Nope! Not thinking about that.

Riley held her gaze while slowly drawing her finger between her lips, humming in satisfaction as she sucked her fingertips clean. Her eyes never left Isla's, her expression one of pure amusement, as if she could hear every single inappropriate thought racing through Isla's brain and was enjoying every second of her flustered torment.

The world around them blurred, distant noise drowned out by the pounding of Isla's pulse in her ears.

"You okay?" Riley asked, feigning innocence though her eyes glimmered with mischief.

Isla blinked, fighting to breathe through the wildfire spreading across her cheeks. She opened her mouth, then shut it again, her brain caught somewhere between flight and flirt. But then she remembered Josie. She'd have been disappointed to see Isla fumble a chance for a new adventure. Maybe Riley wasn't at all what Isla was expecting, but that didn't mean she should just give up. There was fun to be had here, and Josie had taught her to embrace it.

Isla leaned forward slightly, resting her elbows on the table, pretending like she wasn't melting from the inside out. "Oh, I'm fine," she said, voice a touch too even to be casual. "Just trying to figure out if you always eat dessert like that, or if I should be flattered I'm getting the special treatment."

The end of Riley's lips curled up into a truly devious smile. "Wouldn't you like to know?"

Isla took a steadying breath, daring herself to push just a little further. 

"You know, I'm starting to think there's more to you than a pretty face and a devastating tongue," she said with a light and flirty tone. It felt weird doing this, trying to be the confident one, but she loved the way Riley's gaze sharpened ever so slightly.

"Devastating tongue?" Riley echoed, leaning in, her head resting in her palms. "That's quite the compliment. Careful, I might get a big head."

Isla laughed softly, her eyes flicking to the fork still resting near Riley's plate. She hesitated, then tilted her head, curiosity, and mischief getting the better of her. "So... that tongue. Has it always been like that? I mean, have you always been able to ... you know ..." she made a vague spiral motion with her finger.

Riley raised a brow, clearly amused. "Control it? Stretch it? Wrap it around things?" She emphasized each word with a slowly widening smile.

 "Around, inside, all the places," Isla said, her voice wavering only slightly at the end, but she kept her gaze locked on Riley.

Riley let out a low, playful laugh. "You've no idea. I could do things to you that you've never even dreamed of."

Riley was trying to embarrass her again now, and it stirred up the Defiant ability Josie had given her. Facing pressure, Isla leaned in, her voice dropping into something warmer and inviting. "I have very vivid dreams. Can you be sure your tongue can live up to your hype? 

"Absolutely certain," Riley said smoothly. She leaned in again, her voice low and warm. "You know, it's not every day I meet someone who blushes this beautifully. Makes me want to get closer."

Isla bit her lip, trying and failing not to smile. Her stomach fluttered under Riley's gaze, her pulse still thudding with that intoxicating mix of nervous energy and attraction.

Somehow, in the middle of all that teasing and heat, she was having fun. Giddy, breathless fun. Her body was all too aware of Riley, how she'd leaned in just a little too close, how her voice dipped into low, sultry tones, how that tongue had stolen every ounce of rational thought Isla had. She was running on an instinct smashed into her by two very confident Pokémon.

Ilsa found herself leaning in, drawn into Riley's gravity. Her fingertips brushed the edge of her cup idly as Riley dipped her eyes to stare at Isla's cleavage.

"Like them?" Isla murmured, her voice breathy with the heat curling low in her belly. "Wondering how they taste?"

Riley's eyes darkened instantly, her tongue flicking out in a slow, instinctive motion as if in answer. Her gaze dragged back up to Isla's, and the hunger there made Isla's breath catch.

"You have no idea," Riley murmured, her voice low and velvet-smooth. "Sweet, soft, warm... gods, I'd love just a lick."

She leaned in across the table, her voice like a caress. "One taste, and I think I'd want the whole thing."

Under Riley's hungry gaze, Isla's thighs pressed together under the table, her skin alive with tingling heat. Riley looked ravenous, and Isla knew with a dizzying certainty that she was the one being eyed like dessert. Usually, she'd let a woman like Riley take the lead, but not this time. There was something deeper sparking in Isla's chest, something hot and bold that refused to settle for passivity.

She shifted in her seat, met Riley's eyes, and gave a sly little smile. Then she reached across the table, her fingers brushing behind Riley's ear before tangling gently in that soft pink hair. The motion was casual and confident, but her voice came out low and commanding.

"Then get over here," she said. "And show me what you can do."

Riley didn't hesitate. She rose with slow, fluid grace and leaned forward across the table, her body gliding onto the surface like she belonged there. Her arms braced her as she stretched low, the rustic wood creaking just slightly beneath her weight. It was hardly private, hardly discreet, but neither of them cared anymore. Riley moved with intent, her eyes locked on Isla as she let her tongue slip free once more, eyes gleaming with hunger. Isla guided her in, one hand in her hair, the other braced against the table as Riley's tongue met her skin.

The first touch was almost reverent in its lightness, the slight dampness of the tongue making Isla's spine tingle. Then the lick deepened, and the tongue slaked over her skin in slow, broad strokes that made Isla's eyes flutter. Riley moaned softly against her, clearly delighting in every second, and Isla could feel from her pressing against Isla's hands how much she wanted to be in there.

Isla's grip tightened as Riley licked away, her tongue impossibly thorough. Riley really had a clear fixation she was satisfying, and her work was devotion, pleasure, and playful gluttony all wrapped into one dizzying experience.

"That's it," Isla murmured, her voice low and encouraging. "Don't stop. Just like that. Arcues, you really like this, don't you?"

Riley answered only with a hum of satisfaction and a fresh, lingering lick. Her impossibly long tongue moved with a staggering precision. It coiled and flexed with practiced ease, gliding over the skin in maddeningly slow patterns, tracing shapes and teasing edges as if Riley intended to memorize every detail with her taste buds alone. Each stroke was so firm and hungry it left Isla trembling and breathless, her legs twitching beneath the table.

Riley shifted slightly, eager for more, adjusting her angle with a low growl of satisfaction that vibrated against Isla's skin. Her hands braced on the table for leverage. She let her tongue roam deeper into Isla's cleavage, bottoming out to lap at her stomach. The heat of her breath followed each stroke, and crossing the gap only made Riley's pace grow more frenzied.

Riley was utterly lost in the act, and the more Isla's body responded to each lick, the more emboldened Riley became.

Still, they were in public, and Riley had the sense to look up at Isla with her big grey eyes. Her pleading look asked for permission to go further. 

Isla arched into that gaze, gasping softly as their foreheads tapped together. "Don't you dare stop," she whispered.

Riley didn't. If anything, her tongue moved more eagerly, her moans deepening with each pass. She was drunk on Isla's taste, the shiver of her skin, the scent of her arousal.

Isla looked down, meeting Riley's eyes. They were heavy-lidded and dark with want, her expression one of pure, gluttonous bliss. She looked completely in love with the moment; it was hard to imagine she'd enjoy receiving as much as she did giving; she was just so locked in on this. 

"More," Isla whispered, her fingers tightening in Riley's hair. "I want more."

Riley answered with a purr and a slow, wicked drag of her tongue, but she didn't stop there. Her hands shifted, sliding around Isla's waist to pull her just a little closer. Then Riley lowered herself further, her breath hot and eager against Isla's stomach as her tongue licked lower still, disappearing between the buttons of Isla's pants.

Isla gasped, one hand flying to the table for balance as the other kept firm in Riley's hair. "Arceus above," she breathed, voice cracking with pleasure. "That tongue really doesn't quit."

Riley hummed, clearly pleased with herself, her tongue tracing every inch of skin it could reach. The long, dexterous muscles explored deeper, slipping through the hem of Isla's underwear.

Isla's thighs trembled, and her head tipped back with a quiet, needy moan. "Don't you dare stop," Isla growled, the dominance in her tone giving way to raw need.

Riley's moans vibrated against her, and the greedy eagerness in every lick made Isla's legs weaken. It was too much. It was not enough. She didn't care who saw. Didn't care who knew.

She just wanted Riley to keep going.

The café around them had faded away completely. The quiet chatter, the distant hum of the coffee machines, the occasional footsteps passing by their table. None of it mattered anymore. Isla's world had narrowed entirely to Riley, to the impossibly talented tongue exploring her body and to the mounting pleasure that coiled tighter and tighter with every stroke. Eventually, there was no more for Riley to explore; she had reached her target. Her tongue pressed in firmly, deliberately, with exquisite precision as they parted Isla's folds. Isla jolted, her entire body arching sharply as a surge of pleasure shot through her. Her vision blurred for a heartbeat, and a desperate, breathless moan escaped her lips.

"There," Isla gasped, her fingers gripping tighter in Riley's hair, her hips instinctively lifting to meet Riley's tongue. "Right there. Don't stop."

Isla knew this wasn't exactly discreet, but the thrill of Riley's boldness made her heart race even faster. Riley seemed utterly unbothered, wholly absorbed in the task of devouring Isla's pussy with a fervent dedication, determined to bring her right to the edge of bliss and beyond.

They were past the point of caution, past hesitation. Riley was utterly focused, clearly loving every moment of Isla's reactions, every sharp intake of breath, every whispered plea. And Isla, gripping Riley's hair tightly, guiding her deeper, gave in fully to the wave of pleasure rising within her.

Riley's tongue moved with relentless focus, long strokes turning into exploratory patterns that left Isla breathless. She gasped, her fingers still knotted in pink waves, the table's edge digging into her back as pleasure pooled hot and heavy in her belly.

Riley didn't slow. If anything, the sounds Isla made only urged her on. Her tongue swept and curled, purposeful and hungry, tasting every inch she could reach. It wasn't just physical. It was worship. Every lick said I want you, and every moan sang, I'm yours.

"Riley," Isla groaned, her voice cracking with raw sensation. "You're going to ruin me."

Riley looked up, her lips glistening and eyes dazed with delight. "Good," she murmured somehow despite having an absolutely obscene length of tongue buried inside Isla. "I want to."

And then she was back at it, her arms sliding further around Isla's hips, holding her in place, keeping her grounded as that tongue went to work like it was made for this and only this.

Isla's body trembled, caught in the tidal pull of Riley's touch, her voice now a string of whispered curses and encouragements. "Yes. Don't stop. You're ... Arceus! You're so good at this."

Her hand tightened in Riley's hair again, no longer guiding but anchoring herself; her world narrowed to Riley's mouth, her tongue, and moaning her brains out. She was unraveling, and thanks to Riley's magical tongue, she loved every moment of it.

It wasn't difficult for Riley to crack Isla. She was just too good at it, too effortlessly skilled, and wielding a weapon far too powerful to be resisted for long. Isla's climax hit her like a bolt of lightning, sharp, electric, and utterly overwhelming. Pleasure burst through Isla's body, rushing outward in powerful, rhythmic pulses that left her trembling, breathless, and utterly spent. Her vision blurred at the edges, stars dancing across her eyelids as her muscles tightened, then slowly relaxed in blissful surrender.

As the intense wave gradually receded, Isla was left floating gently in a warm haze of satisfaction. Her breath steadied, her heartbeat softened, and she felt boneless, utterly content against the table. Riley eased her movements, sensing Isla's gradual comedown, and shifted to softer, soothing touches. Her tongue, once demanding and relentless, now gave gentle, affectionate strokes, easing Isla through the lingering ripples of pleasure.

The intense peak gradually ebbed into gentle ripples of afterglow, leaving Isla trembling softly, breathless, and boneless against the table. Her grip slowly loosened in Riley's hair, fingers trailing down to stroke affectionately at her cheek.

Riley lifted her head, her lips glistening with Isla's juices, her expression soft and deeply satisfied. Isla felt a strange surge of pride seeing Riley like that, flushed and clearly pleased with doing good work. Riley's eyes were warm with affection as she tugged against Isla's grip so she could press a tender kiss to Isla's inner thigh, lingering there for a moment, soothing the skin she'd so thoroughly explored.

"Believe the hype now?" Riley asked quietly as she curled her head up in Isla's lap, her voice rich with genuine love.

Isla sighed softly, a gentle, dreamy smile spreading across her flushed face. "Fully sold. You're incredible."

Riley smiled back, rising up slowly and sitting beside Isla, gently drawing her into a comforting embrace. The world around them started to filter back in, the soft sounds of the café returning.

"Do you think they heard me?" Isla murmured sheepishly. "I think I got a little loud there."

Riley chuckled softly, glancing around the café with an amused expression. "Oh, they definitely heard."

Isla followed Riley's gaze and immediately felt heat rising in her cheeks again. Other patrons were openly staring, some in blushing shock, others with barely concealed envy. Isla found herself strangely pleased by the jealous looks, leaning a little more confidently into Riley's side. She'd fucked Josie at a concert, and Stella had been ravenous in her appetites. Getting her own bit of pleasure for once felt incredible. 

"Should I return the favor then?" Isla said, brushing her hand over Riley's pants. Feeling a bulge under there that she hadn't been expecting.

Riley tensed slightly, eyes widening just a little as Isla's fingertips brushed against her. Isla paused, and she was about to call Riley out for clearly being a Pokémon, but seeing Riley's confidence break for the first time since they'd met held her tongue. If Riley wanted to be a human for her, then Isla wasn't going to be the one to ruin it.

"Nice strap," Ilsa said. "You really came prepared for a fun night."

"It's not-" Riley faltered, puffing up her cheeks as she sank back into Isla's lap. She took a shaky breath, meeting Isla's eyes with genuine vulnerability. "Thank you. For understanding, for playing along."

Isla brushed her fingers affectionately through Riley's hair, smiling warmly. "I'm not playing," she promised. "I will treat you as you deserve, and right now, I'm giddy to be a pillow for the hottest human I've ever met."

Riley's gaze softened, gratitude mingling with a fresh spark of desire. "I'm going to eat your pussy so good," she murmured, lips curling into a mischievous grin. "We're going to need a wheelchair from the center for you."

Isla chuckled, the sound low and sultry as she ran her fingertips down Riley's side, tracing the soft curves of her body. "Oh, is that a promise?" she teased, her voice dripping with playful challenge. "Careful, I might hold you to it."

Riley leaned in close, pressing a soft, lingering kiss against Isla's hip. "A thousand orgasms, you won't even be able to think. I'm going to revert you back to a fish."

"Fish?"

"Yeah. We evolved from fish, didn't we?"

Well. It wasn't completely wrong, and if Riley made good on her promise, Isla was going to be flopping around plenty. 

"Come on, let's go before they kick us out. You can come back to my place for coffee, and then I'm riding these pretty lips until they turn blue."  

 --- 

Beau let out a low whistle, raising her coffee cup in salute on the laptop screen. Since she was underwater, it just floated off in a black cloud. "I told you she was perfect for you. I am never wrong."

Isla was curled up comfortably in Pepper's lap now, nestled against the Snorlax's broad, pillowy frame. Pepper's thick arms encircled her lazily, and her belly made for a surprisingly perfect cushion. Isla's head rested under Pepper's chin, her newly elongated tongue flicking in and out of her mouth in idle play.

The Snorlax was using one stubby but gentle finger to trace along the length of Isla's tongue, marveling at how absurdly far it extended. "I love what you got from it," she said, her voice rumbling like distant thunder. "You're so good with this. You can't imagine the blowjobs Beau."

"Oh, I'm going to try," the Luvdisc laughed.

"Very unprofessional as my boss."

"Is it? Do we want to tell the story of me hiring you?"

Isla's cheeks flushed, and she rapidly tried to change the subject. "Riley was so sweet; I really did adore being with her. Almost as attentive as my Pepper."

"What a match I made," Beau said, staring at Isla like she was a living miracle. She clasped her hands over her chest, glowing with pride. "I knew Riley had skills, but I didn't expect a full-on tongue evolution."

"Yup," Pepper said, grinning smugly. "You should see her eating a sundae, Beau. It's so sexy."

Beau laughed and waved at the screen. "I think you and I have different ideas of sexy, but I can imagine that curling muscle trying to get at the bottom of the glass would stir up something in me."

"It's not a party trick!" Isla protested, though it was hard to sound convincing with her tongue halfway to her chest and her head stuffed back into Pepper's expansive chest.

"I've seen it do some incredible tricks," Pepper teased, giving it another experimental stroke.

Isla moaned, more from flustered embarrassment than stimulation. "Ganging up on me is so unfair."

"Unfair would be not getting a demonstration." Beau grinned.

Isla tried to glare, but with her tongue still dangling in Pepper's massive hands, it really didn't land. With a heavy sigh of mock defeat, Isla slowly raised her head to look dead on towards her laptop's camera. Her tongue slithered back into her mouth, only to shoot back out with shocking speed and curl in an elegant spiral before flicking twice like a ribbon dancer.

"Ta-da," she muttered dryly as Pepper nodded proudly behind her, shaking the great belly she was resting on.

Beau stared wide-eyed. "I'm trying to have pure thoughts."

"First time for everything," Isla said with a dramatic roll of her eyes, her tongue doing another little flourish almost of its own accord. "I'm never going to live this down, am I?"

"Nope," Pepper rumbled happily, wrapping her up in another soft, squishy hug. "I'm sure the other ladies at the office would love to see it."

"Oh no. Absolutely not," Isla said, looking scandalized. "They already cuddle me when it's cold. I'll never be able to show my face if this comes out."

"Don't need to show your face," Beau teased, "Just your tongue."

Isla groaned and buried herself deeper into Pepper's plush embrace. "You're both monsters."

"Affectionate monsters," Pepper added, swaying gently side to side with Isla cradled close.

"This meeting is getting very unprofessional. We don't need to go over my entire dating history."

I didn't press because you were shy about it," Pepper said, "but I do love learning more about you. You're so good with women."

Isla smiled faintly, her tone more thoughtful now. "Riley and I actually talked about that. We had this great spark, but she wanted to become a Trainer, and their schedules are so wild. I'd have had to drop everything to travel with her, and you know me. I'm not the traveling type. We parted on really good terms. She said she was going to call herself Geneva again and be proud of who she is. I cried a little."

"I've heard that breakup story," Beau added, "And you weren't crying because you were sad."

"Beau!"

"Most breakups don't take six hours and end up with you twitching in the Poké-center with all your neurons fried."

Isla felt her blood heating up just at the thought of it. Geneva really had gone all out with her tongue, knowing it'd be their last time together for a long while. Hopefully, one day, they'd meet again, and she'd finally be confident enough to let Isla return the favor. She owed Geneva some oral that'd put her in the Poké-center; it was only fair.

"I actually have a new update on Geneva's unique career choice for you," Beau said cheerfully. "But that should come at the end. You got a super tongue and great memories. That's dating at its best."

"The best is getting to come home to this," Isla said, snuggling deeper into Pepper's warmth.

Pepper hummed, clearly pleased. "I'm glad you were there for her. But I'm even gladder you're mine now."

"I'm also delighted that I only have one more story to tell." Isla said, "I have plans after this meeting."

"You're still on the clock." Beau tutted. "No sex until after five."

"The things I'm going to do to Pepper wouldn't ever be classed as mere sex," Isla huffed, flashing a grin, "They're going to be so deliciously creative they'll need their own category in the HR handbook. Right under unscheduled nap breaks and spontaneous purring.'"

"Both sections you're responsible for."

Isla couldn't help but smile. She was the reason for them, but it wasn't a bad thing. The office had adapted her big-nap lifestyle, and there'd almost been a riot when Beau had suggested they shouldn't be trying to make Isla purr while she was working. Most of the office handbook had become a big joke by this point; it was a point of pride to be the reason it had to be updated.

"I'm going to distract you with my last story since it's clear we're doing the whole thing." Isla said shamelessly, "After Riley, Beau decided in her infinite matchmaking wisdom that what I needed was to nearly freeze my tits off trying to find a legend."

---

Isla hadn't been quite ready for a new date. After Riley, it was hard to stop thinking of Geneva as Riley,  she'd found herself missing the easy affection, the warmth, the kind of passion that lingered like honey on the tongue. Her brain was so full of tongue lately. Riley had been playful, daring, and just absolutely precious. It wasn't heartbreaking to part. Riley was going to be happy and was keeping Isla updated, but there was a quiet ache every time she thought about the way Riley kissed her like she'd waited her whole life to do it.

So when Beau mentioned a Pokémon called Selene, describing her as "a little serious but super deep," Isla had almost said no. But Riley had encouraged her to go with a flurry of excited dex messages. Isla owed it to her last date to at least give a new date a go.

It was good she had that extra resolve to do this because the journey to Selene had been intense.

Her home was tucked deep in the nearby snowy mountains, above a small forest that the maps hadn't even marked in detail. There were no straight paths there. Isla had to take a winding trail that looked like it hadn't been used in years, cross two icy brooks, and at one point, wade through knee-deep snow because the only bridge had apparently given up on existing last winter. By the time she reached the small, sturdy cabin nestled beneath towering pines, she was soaked and more than a little grumpy. The Thick Fat inheritance she'd gotten off Stella did keep her from shivering, but it was still incredibly unpleasant. She'd stayed at home to avoid this sort of travel!

A white figure had been standing on the porch as Isla went to open the rusty gate. But they opened the door and disappeared inside before Isla could even get a good look at her!

Isla almost turned around right then and there. The rudeness of it frayed on nerves that were already pretty raw, but she'd come all this way. It'd be madness to turn back now.

She pushed open the creaky gate and stepped into the garden, surprised by how carefully kept it was. Nothing extravagant, just a few raised beds of hardy vegetables, some rough trellises with climbing beans, and a thick patch of wild herbs clinging to life despite the cold. There was a line of flat stones marking a path, half-buried under fallen pine needles, and a wind-chime made from old spoons swaying gently in the breeze. Everything looked like it had been repaired a dozen times over.

The cottage itself was properly old, the kind of old that showed in every weathered beam and lopsided window frame. It looked like it had taken a battering straight down to its foundations, slumping ever so slightly from decades of standing stubbornly against storms. You could see the repairs layered over time: ancient patches of mismatched wood next to newer planks, metal braces securing sagging eaves, a chimney rebuilt stone by stone. It was a patchwork of effort and resilience, clearly sustained by sheer will and many long, gritty days. Someone had poured love into this place.

Inside, it was warmer than Isla expected. Woodsmoke clung to the air from the fire in the hearth, which emitted a steady, comforting glow. Isla's boots thudded softly on worn floorboards as she stepped inside, peeling off her damp coat. The room was incredibly rustic but not cluttered. Everything had its place, from the thick wool blankets folded on a shelf to the carefully stacked firewood beside the hearth.

Selene was nowhere to be seen.

At first, Isla thought she might have gone into another room, but as her eyes adjusted to the cabin's dim interior, she noticed two faintly glowing red eyes watching her from the shadows in a far corner. They didn't move, didn't blink, just hovered there in the dark watching silently.

Isla paused, but didn't call it out. It was a little creepy, sure, but after handling Stella's chaos and Josie's theatrics, there wasn't much that rattled her anymore. If a Pokémon wanted to stay hidden, it was either nerves or found some kind of comfort in the shadows. Isla knew better than to take that personally. Instead of calling attention to it, she took her time settling in.

She set her coat to dry by the fire and moved with quiet, deliberate care. The little kitchen was simple but tidy, and a quick check turned up a jar filled with dried leaves. One sniff told her it was an earthy and floral tea. Exactly what she needed. She got to work making a brew, pretending not to notice the faint red glow still watching her from the corner.

Let her come out in her own time, Isla thought. She wanted Selene to know she was safe. That she wasn't afraid. That there was no rush.

Selene didn't speak, not right away. The air between them held a tension, a hesitance. But the soft clink of Isla setting the teapot on the counter and the quiet hiss of steam rising from the freshly steeped brew drifted through the cabin, and the scent of the tea seemed to coax Selene out. Slowly, cautiously, a pale figure emerged from the shadows, drawn by the warmth in the air.

Isla couldn't help but stare. She'd expected something a little spooky, maybe threatening, but the woman who stepped into view was absolutely breathtaking. Her white fur shimmered faintly in the firelight, casting a soft halo around her frame, and those glowing red eyes were even more piercing now that they weren't hiding in shadow. Selene moved with the careful grace of a predator, each step purposeful, as if she were approaching something precious and fragile.

She was short but pleasantly curvy, wrapped in snowy white fur that faded to a cool slate gray on her hands. Where the fur parted, along her stomach and face, it revealed deep, velvety dark skin, the stark contrast in tone making her all the more striking. A crisp white bob framed her face, curling slightly around the soft glow of the blue gem embedded in her forehead. It all paled in comparison to her horn, a perfect crescent of dark, polished bone, arching gracefully from the side of her head like she had her own personal moon. It was, Isla thought with a heart flutter, the most stunning feature she'd ever seen on a woman.

Which Isla knew was silly. She'd seen Riley's tongue, Josie's abs, and Stella's... well, Stella's everything. All features far more commanding than a horn, by any reasonable standard. This had to be some kind of Pokémon ability messing with her head. But even knowing that didn't change how she felt. The Absol made her heart hammer in her chest, as if she were a teenager meeting her first crush. Nervous panic and tumultuous awe all crashed together, trying to turn her thoughts to soup.

Isla stayed leaning on the counter, taking deep breaths to try to steady her thoughts and letting Selene approach at her own pace.

When the Absol had crept close enough for the warmth of the fire to touch her fur, Isla kept her voice soft, gentle. "Would you like some tea?" she offered, tilting her head slightly toward the steaming cups she'd prepared.

Selene blinked, visibly surprised. Her gaze flicked between Isla and the mug as if trying to decide whether it was a trick, or maybe it was just something she wasn't used to being offered. After a thoughtful pause, she gave a slight, almost hesitant nod and approached.

Isla passed the cup to Selene carefully, her fingers grazing against Selene's for the briefest moment. The simple touch made her stomach twist in excitement, and she had to swallow a lump in her throat to speak. "It's herbal. Hope that's okay."

Selene bit her lip at the touch, and her white fur rippled as she shook her shoulders and murmured a quiet, "Thank you." She took the cup in both hands, squeezing it so tight that Isla was amazed it didn't crack.

Still, she had accepted it, and for some reason, that made Isla almost giddy with happiness.

"I wasn't sure you'd actually come," Selene said eventually, and instead of replying, Isla took a long sip of her tea. Trying to coax out a little more from her. "Most ladies get too scared to approach."

"Almost didn't make it. It was a good walk to get here from the train station," Isla replied. "Glad I did now. You're very pretty. I'd have missed out."

Selene looked down into her tea, and her fingers shifted on the cup, claws scraping against the ceramic. The only sound between them for a moment was the soft crackle of the fire.

"You shouldn't say things like that," Selene murmured, still not looking at her. "It'll get me worked up."

"Is that bad?" Isla smirked, "I've handled some pretty worked-up ladies in my time, and I never hated it."

"Not like me," Selene said with a bark of a laugh. Glancing down into her cup, she took a long, slow sip, the warmth of it rising with the faintest curl of steam against her lips. When she looked up again, her gaze didn't go to Isla's eyes; it roved. Down over Isla's broad shoulders, the gentle slope of her chest, the plushness of her arms, and the curve of her thighs where they spread in a relaxed posture on the rug. There was no shame in the look, just a quiet, calm want.

"You're really pretty too," Selene said, voice velvet-soft. "I think I could climb into your lap and never want to leave. Strong, but soft. You'd look so good on your back."

Isla's breath hitched. Her insides twisted into a knot, heat blooming low in her belly. Compliments never usually made her flustered, but coming from Selene, her calm voice struck something deep within her and shook her to the core.

Even with her thoughts all addled, Isla couldn't ignore the way Selene's claws were gouging thin lines into the cup. Something in her was fraying, and Isla felt her own pulse rise in answer, as if her body already knew what Selene wasn't ready to ask for.

"This is good," Selene murmured. "You're good. You didn't have to make me tea, you know. Most people just want to skip ahead."

"Why is everyone always in such a rush?" Isla asked softly, tilting her head. "What's the point of skipping to the good part when the build-up is just as delicious?"

Selene didn't answer. She shifted slightly, then reached out without ceremony and grabbed a handful of Isla's thigh. Her claws pressed through the fabric in a slow, deliberate rake, dragging up toward Isla's hip. A strangled breath was pulled from Isla's throat, and her body twitched before she could stop it, thighs tensing, hips giving the faintest buck forward in response. It wasn't just arousal. It was like her nerves had been wired directly into Selene's fingertips. 

"The last lady who got this close," Selene bit her bottom lip with memory. "She was really something. Walked in with her jacket slung over one shoulder and confidence dripping off her. Full lips, thick thighs, and a cocky smile. She told me she could handle anything. Said she'd had her share of rough rides and wild nights and figured I couldn't surprise her."

"Talking about me?" Isla said, only for Selene to silence her with a sudden kiss. It was firm and fast, and if it was meant to shut her up, it did the job. Selene's fingers tightened possessively on Isla's thigh as she rolled her tongue around Selene's mouth. When she pulled back, Selene's eyes were gleaming, and Isla's words were completely stolen.

"Pay attention." Selene chided. "Now. I let this beautiful woman believe that she was in charge. Let her strut around and talk about how she was going to take care of me. I didn't have to say a word. I just watched her posture change as the minutes passed, her chin a little lower, shoulders drawn in, her breathing hitching when she thought I wasn't looking. Her thighs would tense when I got close, and her eyes would linger too long. That swagger of hers melted away the moment I pinned her to a wall."

Her other hand slid gently along Isla's waist now, not groping, just feeling her out. Anchoring her down. The pads of her fingers warm and smooth against the fabric.

"We kissed each other silly, and then I whispered in her ear how I was going to make her come. A promise. Not even flirty really, it was just the truth of what I was going to do to her."

Isla shivered at the imagery. Arceus, the way Selene spoke—her voice alone was as good as fingers pressed between Isla's legs. She tried to ground herself with a breath, but all she could think about was Selene whispering to her. It had to be some kind of ability; her mind was a trembling mess. But it was thrilling to be like that, to feel herself unspooling under such focused want.

And Selene definitely wanted.

Her gaze dropped hungrily to Isla's thick body, roving over her broad shoulders. Both hands feeling the plush weight of her breasts, bouncing them in her hands before moving to explore the soft curves around her belly. Selene's fingers pressed in to feel the give of her, lingering as they traced along her flesh and felt the hard muscle beneath. Isla's curves were tempting her, and Selene's cock throbbed between Isla's thighs. She looked ready to feast.

"Fuck, you're perfect," Selene murmured. "Humans are always so perfect."

Isla flushed, warmth spreading across her cheeks and chest. The compliment hit deeper than she expected; she bit her lip, smiling despite herself. Selene's praise was addictive, and she just had to try fishing out a bit more.

"Keep going," Isla said, and shifted her hips just slightly, inviting more contact in return for more story. "I want to hear it all. Every detail. It's hot, Selene. You're hot."

Selene's hands tightened possessively on Isla's hips, claws flexing with restrained hunger. She leaned in, pressing her forehead lightly to Isla's, eyes burning.

"You don't know what that does to me," she whispered. "Praise like that… I crave it. I'll ruin you just to earn more." 

The next kiss wasn't rough, but it was deep. Claiming. A slow, indulgent drag of lips and tongue that left Isla's mind spinning madly. When she pulled back, Selene's breath trembled out of her like she was trying to hold something massive back.

"Every time I touched her," Selene continued, body shaking from the self-control she was forcing on it. "She'd gasp like my fingers were electrified. She tried to keep her composure, but the sounds she made ... soft little whines, stifled moans. It was so satisfying. She hated how much she wanted it, but she couldn't stop wanting more."

Selene's lips brushed Isla's jaw, breath painting warmth against her skin. Isla's spine arched instinctively at the ghost of a touch.

"By the time I had her laid out in front of the fire, she was already soaked. Couldn't form full sentences. Just whimpered, moaned, and clawed at the rug. That's where all the scratches on that rug come from. Well, the new ones. I've taken apart a lot of women on this rug. When I finally slipped a hand between her legs, she came so hard she bit her own arm trying to stay quiet. Arceus, the taste of her... the way her thighs shook..."

Selene's voice dropped lower, husky and reverent. "I didn't even get to properly fuck her. She begged me to stop before I ever finished using my tongue. I ruined her, Isla. I had to carry her back to the village the next morning; she was too boneless to even walk. It wasn't easy for me, seeing all those hungry eyes looking at me, wanting what I gave her. I could have taken her village apart; it'd have been so easy."

Her palm now rested fully on Isla's thigh, thumb stroking small, maddening circles. Her eyes gleamed like twin embers.

"Absol ruin whole communities of ladies," Selene murmured, "Understand? Your heart is hammering so loud I could hear it a mile away. I want to push you until it's hammering in your throat, choking you out. Getting close to me is dangerous because I can ruin you so, so easily."

The air around them thickened as Selene talked. Isla felt her chest tighten as Selene's sheer presence pressed up against her like a heavy cloak draped over her body. Heat curled beneath Isla's skin in long tendrils, plucking at her nerves and making her legs feel unsteady. Her thighs clenched instinctively from Selene's touch, and the tea in her hands suddenly felt too hot to hold, so Isla set it down carefully before she dropped it. 

It was insane. Her heart was pounding like she'd just run a marathon, and her skin was prickling with sweat. Selene's eyes had locked on hers in the growing silence, glowing a bright red in the firelight, and it made Isla's body tremble. She didn't doubt the story; Selene could clearly take a woman apart effortlessly.

"I…" Isla swallowed. Her throat was so dry. "I think I'm starting to get the picture."

"I know," Selene smiled, "You're flushed already."

"I'm warm," Isla insisted. It sounded defensive. Weak. Arceus, her legs were trembling so badly. "It's… It's the fire."

"It's me," Selene said.

While Isla was pinned down by her presence, Selene climbed into Isla's lap, straddling her thighs with deliberate care. Her knees pressed into the rug on either side, her weight settling with shocking intimacy.

The moment Selene's body made contact, Isla nearly forgot how to breathe. Her fur was impossibly soft, not even silk felt this nice against skin, and the heat radiating off her pressed into every inch of Isla's skin. Her hands instinctively flew to Selene's waist, not to push her away, but to ground herself.

She was so fucking pretty. The sheer presence of her made Isla dizzy.

Isla's chest rose and fell too quickly. Her throat fluttered with half-formed words and swallowed gasps. The air between them wasn't just heavy anymore; it was suffocating, charged with the tension that had grown between them.

Selene leaned in, and this time, her hands moved with eerie tenderness, fingertips ghosting up Isla's arms, then pausing to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear.

Isla flinched. Not from fear but overstimulation. Selene's fingers grazed her skin like popping static.

"You're shaking," Selene whispered.

"I'm not scared," Isla breathed, not sure who she was trying to convince.

"Didn't say you were scared."

Selene's breath was hot against Isla's cheek, her nose brushing just beneath Isla's ear as she shifted in her lap. Her hands slid lower, one curling possessively around the swell of Isla's hip, the other dragging claws with calculated slowness down the side of her neck.

"You're turned on," she whispered, lips barely moving. "And you can't control it."

She shifted again, and Isla felt it, something thick and hot pressed against her belly, unmistakable even through the layers of clothing. Selene's cock, heavy and half-hard, pulsed against her with the slow rise of Selene's hungry breaths. 

Isla stiffened in her arms, lips parting on a breathless gasp she couldn't smother. It wasn't the biggest Isla had ever had, but it still sent a deep, aching flutter through Isla's core.

Selene didn't move to grind, didn't thrust. She just let it be felt, knowing that was enough to make Isla squirm. 

"Hard to hide something like this," she said softly, her voice a strange blend of regret and hunger. "It's why I keep to myself. It's too much for most. Even when I try to go slow, they break."

She pulled back just far enough to look Isla in the eye, her expression raw, a little bitter. "It never ends the way I want. They're always ruined before I can really… enjoy it. They beg, or they cry, or they pass out. I'm left aching. Still hard. Still needing."

Her hand rose again, cupping Isla's cheek gently. "But you're still here."

She tilted her hips, just enough to press her length more firmly against Isla's stomach. The heat of it burned through the fabric between them.

Selene gave Isla an amused smile. "Like it?" she asked, her voice low and smoky.

Isla swallowed hard. She couldn't speak, barely even breathe, because yes. Every nerve of hers was singing with aching need.

"You ladies always do," Selene said as she rubbed herself along Isla's thighs. Despite how searingly erotic this was, Isla could hear the sadness hidden beneath Selene's teasing tone. "Until it starts to scare you. Until you realize you can't keep up. I'll keep going, and going, until you're boneless and dazed and begging for more you can't handle. And then I have to stop." She leaned closer, her lips barely brushing Isla's cheek. "I hate stopping."

Her hips rolled again, slowly, deliberately. "I want to give it to you, Isla. Want to use all this on you. Stretch you open, fuck you until you forget your own name. But I don't want to break you. I want you to last."

She kissed just below Isla's ear, soft and hot. "Think you can do that for me? Hold together while I ruin you, right?"

Isla let out a shaky breath and tilted her head back slightly, meeting Selene's eyes with heat and challenge. "I've dated some incredible Pokémon, Selene," she said, voice rough and trembling. "I've been bent under cafe tables, fucked in mosh pits, and been eaten out for hours until I couldn't even feel my legs. You think I'm going to melt just because you're absolutely gorgeous and packing?"

Selene's eyes gleamed at the boldness, but she didn't pull back. She just smiled, slow and sharp.

"I'm not afraid of what you can do to me," Isla whispered, hands tightening on Selene's waist. "So go on. Try me. I'll give it everything I've got."

Selene didn't waste another breath. Her lips crashed against Isla's with a heat that burned away everything else. Any thoughts Isla had evaporated under those beautiful lips. Reeling, Isla grabbed hold of Selene's horn with both hands; she needed something hard to tether herself to reality so she didn't just float away. She clung to it as Selene kissed her like a starving woman, devouring her mouth with aching need. Isla didn't falter. She gave it back just as fiercely, breath ragged and hungry between them.

The kiss was a frenzied mess, tongues sliding and breaths mingling in desperate, hot pulls. The fire behind them cast a flickering glow over Selene's white fur, the warmth of it soaking into Isla's back, but it was Selene's weight and touch that had her sweating.

Selene's hands moved, one threading through Isla's thick curls, the other sliding slowly over her back, feeling every line of her plush frame, every curve and slope. Isla arched into her touch, gasping into Selene's mouth, and her own hands moved too, down Selene's back, fingertips grazing soft fur and firm muscle that was being put to use. The rug beneath them was thick and soft, and it tickled gently against Isla's back as Selene's weight pressed her down into it.

Selene's cock, now stiff and heavy, lay against Isla's lower belly, hot and undeniable through the fabric between them. It twitched with every subtle grind of Isla's hips, a slow throb betraying Selene's tightly coiled need. Isla's gaze flicked down, caught in the firelight glinting off that gorgeous, flushed tip. Arceus, it was beautiful; thick and smooth, perfectly shaped, nestled with bold prominence between Selene's plush thighs. An object of pure beauty that demanded to be worshipped.

Her breath caught as arousal surged through her, and she couldn't stop the hungry little thought that slipped past her defenses. I want that in me. I want all of that in me right now.

Pressure. It had to be. Selene had a powerful form of the Pressure ability, and her presence was making Isla's mouth water and her mind fracture. 

She pressed into Selene, kissing back with a hunger that startled even her. Her tongue teased Selene's lower lip before sucking it into her mouth with a low moan. Her hands tugged Selene closer, grinding their hips together with intent.

"You're not the only one who likes to give as good as she gets," Isla breathed when they finally broke apart, both panting. Her voice was husky and low, vibrating against Selene's lips.

Selene's eyes glowed brighter, her expression almost reverent. "Good," she said, voice rough with arousal. "Then I won't hold back."

Selene didn't give Isla a chance to catch her breath. Her mouth crashed back against Isla's, tongue forcing past her lips with a raw hunger that made Isla moan helplessly into the kiss. Her claws skimmed Isla's side, dragging down her shirt hard enough to snag threads, until she shoved the fabric up roughly, baring skin to the firelight.

Isla gasped when Selene's hot mouth moved down to her chest, sucking bruises into the soft swell of her breasts before biting down just hard enough to make Isla's body jolt. Her thighs clenched, hips bucking up of their own accord, desperate for more friction.

"Fuck! Selene! Sl-" Isla's voice broke when sharp claws raked over her stomach, not quite hurting, just dragging fire over every nerve.

Selene looked up, lips wet, eyes glowing wickedly. "So responsive," she purred, before sinking her teeth into Isla's collarbone. Isla's back arched off the rug with a strangled cry, her nails digging into Selene's fur.

She tried to push back, grinding her hips up against Selene's length, biting Selene's shoulder hard enough to draw a hiss from her. "I'm not just going to lie here and take it," 

Isla growled, voice trembling with lust. She grabbed Selene's horn again, yanking her into another bruising kiss, forcing their hips to grind together harder, wetter.

Selene groaned into her mouth, cock twitching against Isla's belly, the weight of it pressing insistently with every grind. But her hands never stopped moving, her claws tugging at Isla's waistband, slipping underneath, dragging down her pants with single-minded urgency. Isla kicked them free, moaning into Selene's lips as the cool air hit her soaked thighs.

The Absol pulled back just enough to look at her, pupils blown wide, saliva glistening on her lips. 

"You're mine," Selene rasped. Her claws spread Isla open, thumbs pressing into her thighs as she settled lower, nuzzling between her legs without hesitation. "All of you. Mine."

Isla tried to brace herself, she really did, but the first swipe of Selene's tongue flattened every thought in her head. Her tongue was devastatingly precise, dragging slowly and heavily across her folds until Isla cried out, hips jerking violently against Selene's mouth.

"Arceus! Oh fuck..."

Selene growled low in her throat, the vibration rolling through Isla's core as she lapped at her like she'd been starving. There was nothing delicate about it; her tongue was everywhere, plunging inside in long thrusts before dragging back up to circle Isla's clit with devastating pressure.

Isla tried to fight it, hands clutching at Selene's horn, trying to pull her up for a moment, rest, but Selene only growled louder, claws digging into her thighs, pinning her to the rug.

Isla's body betrayed her rebellion almost immediately. Her hips rolled helplessly, grinding against Selene's mouth, desperate for more. Her moans were utterly out of her control, raw and needy, echoing off the cabin's walls. They were in the middle of nowhere, and Isla still wasn't sure that someone wouldn't hear her. She was being insanely loud.  

Isla had no idea how long it'd been when Selene finally pulled back, her lips glistened with Isla's juices. With ragged breath, Selene licked her mouth clean with a slow, hungry swipe of her tongue and grinned down at Isla. 

"I've missed good pussy like this," she teased. "Look at you. Shaking like a leaf, and I've barely started."

Isla panted up at her, hair plastered to her face with sweat, and her ample chest heaving as she tried to fill her lungs. "Shut up and fuck me already," she growled, even though her voice broke halfway through. The red glow of Selene's eyes just robbed Isla of her nerves. She wanted to fold under the Absol's intense Pressure. 

Selene chuckled darkly, positioning herself between Isla's thighs. The heavy weight of her cock pressed against Isla's pussy, slick with spit and Isla's own arousal. She dragged the fat head up and down Isla's folds, teasing her with the sliding sensation and coating up the flesh, drawing out broken gasps from Isla with every pass.

Isla bucked hard against her, nails raking down Selene's back. "Selene! Fuck, stop teasing-"

Her words cut off in a scream as Selene sank in.

Thick. Hot. Stretching Isla open inch by inch with an unstoppable, merciless thrust until her walls clenched desperately around the intrusion to try to hold her back. Isla clawed at Selene's shoulders, her head slamming back against the rug, a guttural moan tearing out of her chest.

Selene's voice was a low, trembling growl in her ear. "You're gripping me so tight already. Going to milk me dry, aren't you?"

"More," Isla begged, wrapping her thighs tight around Selene's waist, trying to force her deeper. "Please, just pound me."

Selene didn't need to be told twice. She pulled back and slammed forward, hips snapping into Isla's with a feral force that rattled through her bones. The rug slid against the floor with each thrust, the sound drowned out by Isla's desperate cries and Selene's low, hungry growls.

Every thrust broke her down further. Isla tried to keep up with her pace, grinding back, biting, and scratching, but Selene's rhythm was merciless. She was too good, too deep, just ... too much. Isla's walls quivered around Selene's cock, pleasure sparking white-hot through her veins with every stroke.

It'd barely started, and already her voice was trembling, high-pitched, her body arching, unraveling faster than she wanted. "Selene! I ... Arceus help me, I can't-"

"Yes, you can," Selene snarled, pinning Isla's wrists to the rug, pounding into her harder. "You're going to take it. You're going to give me everything."

The world blurred. Isla screamed and came hard, convulsing around Selene's length, her thighs trembling, tears stinging the corners of her eyes from the sheer intensity.

Selene didn't stop. She fucked her through it, relentless, savoring the way Isla broke beneath her. Even as Isla's body convulsed around her, walls clamping down in a desperate attempt to milk her, Selene kept fucking her through the white-hot orgasm. Each thrust forced another sharp cry from Isla's throat, hips slapping against her ass with a wet, obscene rhythm. The rug beneath them bunched and shifted, scarred with new claw marks from Selene's grip.

Isla writhed beneath her, trying to keep up, trying not to collapse under the weight of it. Her thighs trembled, her arms shook where Selene pinned them. Riley's tongue had ridden her through orgasm after orgasm, so she had a little resistance to this kind of relentless pleasure, but it was different with a dick. It struck home so much harder. 

Her voice wasn't even her own. Words were just bubbling up out of her urges, speaking themselves without even passing through the filter of conscious thought. "Don't stop. Fuck, don't you dare stop!"

Selene's answering growl vibrated in her chest, and she hauled with all her strength to raise up Isla's body so she could slam as deep into Isla's as possible with every thrust. She wasn't the biggest dick Isla had ever taken, but it didn't matter; she felt like she was getting slammed in places she didn't even know she had, and Isla screamed, nails clawing helplessly at Selene's shoulders as her second orgasm tore through her before the first had even finished.

"Already again," Selene murmured against her ear, voice thick with hunger. "You're going to break so beautifully for me."

Isla tried to answer, but all that came out was a strangled sob of pleasure, her body bucking wildly as Selene drove her deeper into the rug.

The Absol didn't let up. She pulled Isla up against her chest, flipping her round and dropping her onto her hands and knees with frightening ease. She slammed back inside before Isla had even caught her breath. Isla's cry was muffled against the rug as her face was ground into it. Selene grabbed her hips, claws digging into soft flesh, and pounded her with raw, animal rhythm.

Every thrust shoved Isla forward on the rug, her arms trembling from the rug burn, her voice hoarse from moaning and screaming. She looked back over her shoulder, hair wild, face flushed, and saw that wild look on Selene's face. Her broad smile, the glowing gem on her forehead. She looked so happy to be able to let loose. All that tension and fear gone, this was a woman who was just born to fuck with all her might. 

Isla couldn't leave her feeling unsatisfied. 

"Harder," Isla said, even if the word stuck in her throat from a little twinge of fear of what'd happen. "Just let loose."

Selene's grin was sharp, feral. "Careful what you beg for."

She yanked Isla back by her hair, forcing her spine to arch, and fucked her like she had no fear for her safety anymore. The slap of flesh echoed through the cabin, mingling with the crackle of the fire and Isla's ragged cries as she got absolutely pounded into the rug. Her body was slick with sweat, thighs quaking, but she couldn't stop pushing back against Selene, desperate to prove she could take it.

Selene leaned down, pressing her chest to Isla's back as she rode her, voice hot in Isla's ear. "You're perfect like this. Taking me, clenching around me, begging for more even when you're shaking apart." Her thrusts stayed merciless, each one slamming Isla deeper into the rug. "I'm not stopping. Not until you can't even remember your own name."

Isla whimpered, her body trembling violently as another climax crashed over her. She'd never had them come this quick before. Isla was just ripping them out of her. Her arms gave out, and she collapsed forward onto the rug, cheek pressed to the soft fabric, drooling as Selene kept thrusting into her from behind.

The Absol snarled, rutting into her with abandon, chasing her own edge. Her cock throbbed deep inside Isla, thick and hot, and finally Selene came with a guttural cry, spilling warmth deep into her.

But she didn't pull out.

Instead, she stayed buried inside, hips still rolling in a slower, relentless rhythm. Isla's eyes widened in shock, her body twitching violently from overstimulation. "S-Selene ... fuck, I ... too much ..."

Selene's teeth sank into Isla's shoulder, possessive and sharp, her breath ragged against her skin. "I told you. I hate stopping."

She fucked her through her own release, cock still iron-hard, still demanding. Isla screamed again, body wrung out, pleasure spilling into exhaustion and back into pleasure until she couldn't tell the difference.

When Selene finally pulled her up and flipped her onto her back again, Isla was already boneless, hair plastered to her face with sweat, chest heaving. But her thighs spread anyway, welcoming Selene back between them with a trembling gasp.

"Good girl," Selene whispered, kissing her hard before plunging back in. "You're mine to use. As much as I want."

Round after round blurred together. Isla lost count of her orgasms, her voice was raw from screaming, her body marked with bites and claw-trails, her thighs streaked with a mix of her own cum and Selene's own thick mess. Every time she thought she couldn't take more, Selene proved her wrong, coaxing another wave of pleasure out of her, another cry, another collapse into trembling weakness.

By the time the fire in the hearth had burned down to glowing embers, Isla was sprawled limp on the rug, her body trembling with exhaustion, tears streaking her flushed cheeks. Selene lay draped over her, still kissing her neck, still twitching inside her, unwilling to leave the warmth of her body.

Selene's voice was a low, reverent murmur against Isla's skin. "Told you. I ruin women. But you, you're still awake."

Isla let out a broken, exhausted laugh, her hand weakly tangling in Selene's snowy hair. "Still here," she whispered hoarsely, barely able to keep her eyes open. "You're unbelievable."

Selene purred softly, holding her close, still unwilling to let her go. She stayed buried in Isla like she belonged there, savouring the sound of Isla's hard breathing in the hush of the cabin. The fire had burned down to a low, steady glow, casting everything in a soft, orange light. In that dimness, Selene's gem pulsed faintly, like her heartbeat had drifted up to live between her eyes.

"Too much?" she whispered, voice turned to velvet. "Never got this far before."

Isla stroked the back of her neck, her fingertips combing through her short, white hair. "No," she rasped, and then, because she knew the truth mattered here, "Not if you go slow. I'm nearing the limit."

"I want to reach it", Selene said, planting a kiss on Isla's cheek. Her hips moved in a careful slide, just a few inches out and a few inches in. It was a lazy, syrupy kind of fucking that barely felt like sex at all. Their bodies made soft, wet sounds together, and Isla gave a helpless little smile at the weirdly comforting warmth of it.

"You survived my Pressure," Selene murmured, and the oppressive, taut rope that had been coiled around Isla's nerves eased into a hum, a blanket instead of a storm. Isla's whole body began to ache; without Presence holding her attention, it was hard to ignore just how used up she was.

Still, seeing Selene smiling was worth it all. The Absol looked so pretty when she was happy. 

"Good girl," Isla whispered before she could stop herself, drunk on tenderness. "Use up every bit of me."

Selene shivered at the command and tried to kiss Isla. She missed the corner of her mouth on the first try, but landed there on the second. Isla giggled into it, delirious with afterglow, and cupped Selene's cheeks to guide her properly. The Absol wasn't used to tenderness; she was used to fucking women until they passed out. This was one area where she didn't have the incredible technique she'd shown in everything else. 

Teaching her wasn't unpleasant. The kisses went on far too long and got sloppy near the end, but neither of them cared about the string of saliva that stretched when they broke apart.

"I like it when you sound happy," Isla said. She nuzzled Selene's nose and then dipped into the soft white hair. "You deserve to glow a little."

"I just want to keep fucking you," Selene said, "I know this is sweet. I know I should spoon and let you sleep, but I don't want it to stop."

"Then don't stop," Isla murmured. "Keep rocking. Fill me up and tuck me in when you're finally done."

Selene's eyes glowed as bright as the gem on her forehead at the permission. She sank in to the hilt and paused there, hips flush to Isla's, and watched Isla's reaction. It was hard not to react; she was so deep inside of Isla, every breath felt her sensitive insides flutter over Selene's cock. Then she started rolling her hips again, using her weight to glide over Isla's folds instead of hammering her cock in. The angle made everything deep without being sharp; Isla's toes curled, thighs tightening around Selene's hips, guiding her with gentle squeezes.

Isla's mouth fell open on a shaky laugh. "Arceus… barely fit," she whispered, cheeks flushed and shining. "You're a monster." 

Her hands framed Selene's hips, squeezing reverently. "You're my monster. I love it."

Isla's thighs tightened in answer, the grinding so intense that spots flashed in front of Isla's eyes. "I want more of you," Selene breathed, voice husky-soft. "I want every little bit you can give. I'm hungry for you, Isla." 

Selene's hands were mapped Isla with cupped palms and the flats of her claws, learning what made her sigh and what made her gasp, smoothing circles into the plush of her hips, the curve of her belly, the thick muscle beneath. She lifted one of Isla's legs and tucked it over her own, opening her just a little more, kissing gratitude into the inside of her calf before driving herself deep with long hip thrusts.

"You're so warm," Selene breathed. "I wouldn't have to light the fire ever again."

"Mm. But then what would you fuck me in front of?" Isla slurred, grinning. "Keep enjoying me, you're not done."

Selene huffed a laugh at the idea she'd finish first that shook through both of them. The lazy rhythm never faltered. The slick slide of her length felt like it was painting heat up Isla's spine and back down again, each glide smearing pleasure inside her body. Every few thrusts, she tugged Selene closer by her horn, not rough, just greedy for more kisses, and Selene was happy to give them up.

"Tell me," Selene asked, breath on Isla's mouth. "Tell me I'm not too much."

"I can't. You are," Isla said, and as Selene's eyes started to mist, Isla gave her hip a comforting squeeze. "I wouldn't have it any other way. You're unforgettable."

The answer seemed to calm her. Selene pressed their foreheads together and breathed with Isla, syncing up until the hold-and-release of their chests matched the roll of their hips. The whole world narrowed to that loop. A gentle sawing that they both put all of their focus into, letting the world bleed away until it was nothing but their bodies linked together, pleasure blossoming for them both with every thrust. 

It wasn't an explosive finish. A small orgasm stole over Isla and crested with a soft, bitten-off moan and a tight squeeze around Selene's cock. While it didn't blow Isla's mind, it didn't stop either. Her whole body fluttered as she felt herself pour every last bit of energy she had left into quietly cumming her brains out. Selene felt it and trembled, eyes going glassy. She didn't speed up; she pushed deeper and stayed there, grinding, letting Isla milk her pleasure at her own pace even as her cock throbbed, aching for release.

"Good," Selene whispered, kissing the sound right out of her. "Sleep now."

Isla's hands slid to Selene's tailbone, thumbs bracketing the dimples of her back, encouraging that slow circle. "Not a chance," Isla coaxed. "Cum for me, I know you're holding out."

"You asked," Selene said, and her hips kept moving even as she spilled, a long, warm throb of warm cum deep inside Isla. The heat of it made Isla's eyes flutter, a grateful whimper escaping as the warmth spread and spread. Selene stayed buried, breathing unevenly, chasing tiny aftershocks with tiny rolls as she just kept unloading into Isla's pussy into she overflowed. It was intense and a little gratuitous. But fully earned. 

They lay like that, still joined, sticky with cum and kissing aimlessly. Selene's tongue was unhurried now, tasting Isla like she had the time to savor her. Isla could feel her softening slowly inside, and it made her cling, thighs tightening, greedy for the slip and weight and closeness.

"Don't pull out," she murmured against Selene's mouth.

"I won't," Selene promised, and tightened her arms around Isla's shoulders like a belt. "Not until you sleep. Maybe not even then."

Isla huffed, happy and wrecked. She reached for the folded wool blanket with one fumbling hand and managed to drag a corner over them. Selene helped, chuckling when the blanket stuck to both of their damp, cum-stained skin and needed a little wrestling to get it over their bodies. They got it more or less in place, a lopsided tent that trapped heat and the sweet, salt-bitter smell of sex.

"I like a heavy blanket," Isla panted, head still swimming from that drawn-out orgasm.

"I can do heavy," Selene said, amused, and sank her weight just enough to satisfy that animal part of Isla that wanted to be pinned and safe. The gem on Selene's forehead dimmed to a quiet ember. Her Pressure, even gentler now, felt like being swaddled. It was so cosy.

"Riley would laugh if she saw me like this," Isla mumbled, half-asleep smile tugging at her lips. "Sweet-talking an avalanche out to crush me."

"Riley sounds fun." Selene smiled into her neck. "I'll try to be a snowdrift instead. I don't want you swept away quite yet."

They rocked a little longer, almost absentminded, tiny motions that were more cuddle than thrust. Every so often, Isla would twitch and hum and tighten around her again, wringing out a small gasp and a dizzy kiss as a tiny fluttering orgasm made her skin tingle. Selene would grunt at that and press deeper, chasing another slow pulse of heat that had nowhere to go but deeper into Isla. Eventually, even she ran out of energy, and they just lay there, both sleepy messes together.

"Hey," Isla whispered after a while, thumb brushing the corner of Selene's mouth to wipe away a bit of drool from their sloppy kissing. "You're allowed to enjoy it, you know. Not just hold back and take care of me."

Selene's lips curved. "I did enjoy it," she said earnestly. "This is the part I never get. Being soft and still wanting. Praise, kisses, and strong arms holding me."

"You deserve all of it," Isla said. "Tomorrow I'm going to need to work out a lot of aches and eat a big breakfast. Tonight is this."

Selene's eyes went bright. "Tonight is this," she echoed. "And another slow one in the morning, if you can."

"For you, I'll try," Isla said and tipped her hips, guided Selene's hand down between them, and together they slicked lazy circles along Isla's stomach, just above her pussy. She guided Selene to dip her fingers in and finish her off with those dark claws that easily scratched pleasure over aching nerves. The next crest came so easily, a warm wash under her skin that made her sigh out the last bit of fight in her. 

"Perfect," Isla murmured, dazed. "You're perfect."

Selene made a tiny happy hum at the praise and hid her face in Isla's shoulder. "Sleep, idiot, you're broken."

"I feel amazing," Isla said, kissing that soft white hair, the bright glowing gem between her eyes, and the tip of Selene's gorgeous horn until Selene started giggling. "You shower me when we wake up, and I'll make breakfast."

"Deal," Selene said, and finally eased out of her. Soothing that sudden aching loss, Isla felt with a kiss and her palm between Isla's legs to keep her cum stuffed inside just a moment longer. She pressed there, gentle and possessive, smiling at the way Isla sighed. Then she tucked the blanket tighter around them both and curled back in, thigh wedged between Isla's, their bodies slotting together like they'd been carved out of the same block of ice.

They lay in the hush and crackle, kissing when they felt like it and luxuriating in the moment when they didn't. Selene stroked Isla's hand in absent loops, and Isla traced the line where white fur faded to slate at Selene's wrist.

"Still here," Isla breathed, right on the edge of sleep.

"I'm glad," Selene said, "I'll still be here when you wake up."

"Promise?"

"That's a vow, and an Absol never breaks her vow."

—

Isla's voice thinned at the edges as she reached the end of Selene's story, words softening until they were almost a whisper. "She kept her promise. We were together for a few weeks, and it was pretty intense. I woke up in the center one day, with a note telling me she couldn't survive me."

"You went back, right?" Pepper said, crushing Isla in a giant hug as she rubbed her cheek affectionately against Isla's head.   

"Of course, right away. Sat her down, made some tea, and had a long talk about what we really wanted." Isla blushed, her green eyes glowing. She'd not been with Selene long, but it was so intense her usually dull green eyes had always shone ever since. She had a stare that could make ladies faint, which she tried not to use, no matter how much the ladies at work baited her. "I said I was happy to spend my life with her, but Selene said it'd be unfair. That I should get to live beyond her bedroom walls."

"You're pretty stubborn," Pepper nodded, and gave Isla's ear a lick. "I can't see that working."

It was hard not to giggle when a Snorlax was lapping you up with her tongue, but Isla fought through it. "We were pretty sex crazed. I told her she also had to get out of her cabin if that was the deal. Live a life that isn't alone or stuck in a bedroom. Asked Beau here to help me find a woman who could handle her passions and help her see the world."

"It was meant to be you," Beau said, head in her arms on the side of her moonpool, long pink tail splashing the water. "But you were clearly too much for her. Luckily, I had a backup." 

"Who?" 

"I'll tell you at the end", Beau smirked. "Finish up your dating history."

"But ... I am finished." Isla said, "That was it, after that you hooked me up with Pepper and we hit it off so hard." 

"Oh, Isla sweetheart," Beau grinned. "You're not finished." 

Behind Isla, Pepper had gone very still.

A purr had started deep in her gut and grown in a slow, tectonic rise until Isla's whole body was vibrating. Pepper's arms folded around Isla's middle, cradling her into her big, soft wife. Pepper's breath came out in measured breaths, so the ripple of her stomach didn't toss Isla off. Isla could feel the heat radiating from Pepper; she was always a warm hug, but right now she was a worked-up bakestone. 

"I said I'd take you to a fancy restaurant," Pepper said at last, voice so deep the sofa answered with a slight shiver. "You said I was probably sick of them, since that was my job, and that you could make a nice fry-up instead."

The kiss to her neck was incredibly restrained for a woman whose appetites were always so all-consuming. Pepper's deliberate care always undid Isla the fastest. Isla turned to face her, brushing back that shaggy blue hair to get a look at sea-green eyes that were usually half lidded from sleepiness. They were wide and bright now, a clear warning sign that Pepper had a hunger that needed to be sated.

No harm in working her up a little more then.

Isla gripped Pepper's biceps, feeling the firm muscle beneath its soft cover as she leaned back against her. The contrast sent a rush of excitement through her chest. She loved that her big, lovable wife was also strong enough to bend steel. With her back snug to Pepper, Isla let her hands wander over the soft curves pressed against her, enjoying the warmth and give of that huge body. She lingered on the swell of Pepper's hips, kneading the curve of her belly, before her hands finally settled lower. Her palms found Pepper's cock, massive and straining against her pants. The sheer weight and heat of it made Isla gasp, a thrill shooting through her chest and down between her thighs. She squeezed it through the fabric, pulse racing, and a rumble in Pepper's chest vibrated against her back. There was such a thrill in how completely Pepper filled her hands. Every time, the sheer size of her floored Isla, and every time, she wanted all of it.

Her Snorlax wife really had made a glutton of her.

Lost in a horny haze, Beau had the grace to clear her throat to draw attention that she was still there and also the gall not to end the call. 

"Goodness," the Luvdisc whispered, fanning herself with a laminated printout. A pink ribbon of hair stuck to her cheek; she peeled it away, eyes sparkling. "We've heard so much about big dicks and insatiable appetites tonight, I was worried Pepper would be jealous. Clearly, she has nothing to worry about."

Isla made a mortified sound as she failed to laugh that one off. "Beau!"

Before Isla could even think of a comeback for Beau, Pepper scooped her up and turned her in one smooth, easy motion. Isla loved being handled like that; it only happened when Pepper was properly worked up, and good things always followed. Isla gasped as she landed astride Pepper's lap, chest to chest with her massive wife. Her face brushed against Pepper's soft cleavage as she settled in, her hands eager to explore the weight of those huge breasts while she rubbed their bodies together, delighting in the warmth and the beat of Pepper's heart. It wasn't the only thing thundering against her skin. Pepper's cock pressed hard and hot against her, the sheer weight of it making Isla's pulse trip over itself as she imagined what it would feel like inside her, getting her all worked up with the promise of being stretched and filled.

"Look at me," Pepper rumbled.

Isla did, and the same thing happened as always. She got lost in Pepper's eyes, the bright green burning with hunger, and knew with a shiver that she had to feed it with her body. It was her duty as a wife after all. Pepper kissed Isla once, twice, and then a third time because she enjoyed the taste. It was a nice taste too, breakfast grease and the faint sweetness of tea, cosy and indulgent. Pepper's hands spread to claim all of Isla's lower back and pulled Isla closer and closer, filling every little space between them, until they felt like they were one. A purr swelled in Pepper's throat, and it shook Isla so much that even her tongue was shaking.

"Oh my word," Beau's pretty voice chirped from the laptop speakers. "I should look away," she said, though it was obvious by her tone that she didn't want to. "Do you want me to call back?"

"Don't," Pepper said firmly, "Listening to all that. I know what you did."

"Pepper?" Isla said with a little grin, rolling her hips to enjoy the delicious grinding feeling she could get against Pepper's soft, but powerful body. "What's Beau done?"

"All your dates were too much for you. Women with big appetites, lots of confidence, insatiable needs." Pepper purred, pawing at Isla's ass. "You inherited a little bit from each, making you strong and ready for almost anything."

"Well, that's good, or I'd never have handled you."

"Yeah," Pepper nodded. "You wouldn't have."

Isla blinked, the thought turning over in her head. Each wild date, each impossible challenge Beau had set up, all the ways she'd been pushed. Like she was being trained. 

Exactly like she was being trained.

"Beau!" Isla yelled, "You absolute demon!"

From the laptop came Beau's delighted cackle, unashamed and utterly proud. "Caught me! Oh, I've been waiting for this for ages. I thought I'd get caught at the wedding."

"Why didn't you say!"

"It was too fun seeing how long it'd take you to notice." Beau giggled. "Are you mad?"

"Yes!" Isla groaned, burying her face in Pepper's chest, frustrated but unable to hide her smile. "Pepper's making it hard to be mad, but I'm going to find a way."

"Well, let me try to win my way back into your favour," Beau said, clearly still delighted at Isla's affront. "I tried to match so many ladies with Pepper, but I just couldn't find the one. She was very patient with me."

"Pepper has past dating stories, too?"

"So many," Beau laughed, "But that's for another time. A lot of them are a mood killer; we worried we'd never find a fit for her. Pepper is a lot, and I knew someone who could handle her wasn't just going to fall into my lap. That kind of lady is already taken."

"So you trained me up."

"I gave you fun dates, and it was your choice if you wanted to settle for any of them," Beau said, "It was just Pepper's good fortune you got far enough to be the perfect fit for her."

"So devious," Isla shook her head. "You're meant to be a matchmaker, not a mastermind."

"I craft beautiful matches, even if it does take some devious mischief." Beau said proudly, "If you want to be angry at me for having a beautiful wife you love, then go ahead. But it's just going to make me smile more."

Impossible fish lady. They really had to go visit sometime and fuck her brains out. Maybe if she got laid a bit more, she wouldn't have time to be such a schemer. 

"Love you," Pepper said, tipping Isla's head back. "I'm glad you went through all of that, if it meant you were perfect for me."

"Don't give Beau all the credit," Isla snorted. "I had to put in the work."

"Want to put in a little more?" Pepper asked hopefully, and her cock throbbed against Isla, every pulse making Isla's blood boil hotter. She wanted that inside her badly.

"Want to close the laptop?" Isla said, "Punishment for Beau."

"No, it's a better punishment to make her watch. She can take notes about what she's missing out on," Pepper murmured, and cupped Isla's jaw in one vast, tender hand, turning her back just enough to meet her mouth again.

The shift of weight rolled Pepper's body over Isla's, making her feel every curve packed with hidden strength. That would have been delicious enough, but the thick cock grinding up her belly, hot and insistent, was the extra cherry on top of this sundae. Isla shivered, turned on by just how much of her wife there was to take.

Isla's fingers hooked into the waistband of Pepper's pants, tugging them open. The moment she freed her, Pepper's cock slapped up heavy against Isla's belly. The sheer size of it made her breath hitch, and she couldn't resist stroking it with both hands, greedy to feel every inch. It was massive, too big for her fingers to circle, and the weight of it made her thigh muscles clench in anticipation. Her mind spun with want, just thinking about how it would feel sliding into her, how stretched and full she'd be. She really was spoiled.

"You're too big," Isla whispered with a sly smile, stroking Pepper's cock as she said it. Her hand slid up the thick length, teasing, knowing exactly how hot it made her to play this game. 

"You love how big I am," Pepper said, kneading Isla's belly as she got her cock stroked. "Curled up on my belly on a winter night, one hand trailing through my fur and the other squeezing the base of my big, huge, humongous cock."

Pepper hammered every word about her size, and Isla couldn't help but shiver in delight each time. She really had become a queen of excess somewhere along the line. Perhaps Stella had started it, coaxing her to tackle her massive size, or Josie had helped her come to love it by encouraging her to show off in public without a care. Maybe Riley's tongue had done the work, giving her orgasm after orgasm, or those insane, marathon sessions with Selene where they kept going until Isla felt like she'd touched a whole other plane of reality. 

She'd had a long string of girlfriends who'd been too much for her, and sunk her teeth into all of them. She'd learned to love being able to indulge deeply.

Pepper had still posed a challenge. 

"Remember the first time I saw this battering ram," Isla said, running a hand down the length of Pepper's cock. "I felt my heart stop."

"I saw the hunger in your eyes," Pepper said, giving Isla's pudgy belly a firm squeeze. It made her giggle, and she popped her eyes open so Pepper could stare at them with those beautiful sea-green eyes. Ilsa had inherited those and was so happy when she saw them in the mirror for the first time. They really were stunning, and Pepper so rarely showed them off, always so sleepy-eyed they barely shone through. 

They only opened wide when she was worked up, and they were wide open right now. 

"You wanted all of it." Pepper said, "Every inch."

"That didn't happen." Isla blushed. "That took us a lot of practice."

"But you wanted it. You kept begging me to try pressing in just a little more. I was worried I wouldn't be able to satisfy you."

"I think I was blubbering too much for that to be heard," Isla said, bending so she could stroke her chin against the head of Pepper's cock. Fuck, it was so unreasonably huge, and she really did love it. "The makeup dripped all down my face. I looked awful."

"You were beautiful," Pepper said, though her voice was getting thicker as Isla teased her dick with her cheek. "I like it when you're messy. If I can get you sweaty, panting, clawing at me for a soft place to put your head."

Pepper purred at the thought of it, the rumble in her chest travelling through her thighs and up her cock to buzz into Isla's body. She needed this thing inside her, but first, she needed a little bit of revenge. 

"Beau," Isla called back. "Have you ever seen what you signed me up for?"

"I'm just enjoying the show." Beau said from the laptop, "You have a nice butt, and it's making giving you a laptop with a fancy camera worth every penny right now."   

"You trained me up to handle Pepper," Isla said, wiggling her butt to show it off. It was a good ass, and she couldn't deny it; she got so many compliments about it. "But I don't think you've ever seen Pepper in all her glory."

Isla lifted her head from Pepper's cockhead, breath still shaky from the heat rolling off her wife. Pepper's cock slapped forward, and it was so deliciously heavy against Ilsa's belly, and the weight of it made her hips ache with a needy patience. Pepper's hands stroked slowly up her back in a measuring way, savoring her, coaxing her, letting her take her time.

"You're in the way right now," Pepper said, her voice settling low in her belly like a distant drumbeat.

Isla blinked once, then twice, as the meaning slid across her mind. A wicked little grin cracked her lips.

"Oh," said Isla, tone syrup-thick with satisfaction. "Right. Punishment."

She rose on her knees in Pepper's lap, bracing herself with one hand on Pepper's broad shoulder. Every inch of her lift dragged warm skin across the underside of Pepper's cock, a teasing brush of breast and belly, and finally that made Pepper's throat-hum deepen. The Snorlax's cock was unveiled like Isla was a rising velvet curtain.

Isla shifted slightly forward, and the monster of it finally swung free with a hefty slap against her thigh.

Beau's little gasp crackled through the speakers, and Isla couldn't even try to stop the satisfied grin that spread across her face.

"Oh, Arceus," Beau whispered. "What. What is. What is that?"

Isla slid herself sideways on Pepper's, her own thighs hooked around Pepper's left thigh like she was settling into a throne. Isla slid a hand down Pepper's belly, tracing her fingers through the soft warmth of the white fur that turned blue as it arrived at the base of Pepper's cock. Ilsa circled her hands around it, showing off to the camera that her fingers didn't even touch, before sliding those hands up that massive length so she could heft up Pepper's cock, which was drooping under its own weight, presenting it like a treasured relic to the screen.

The Luvdisc's eyes went glossy-wide, mouth making a silent 'o' shape before her voice returned as a trembling squeak. "Isla. Darling. Sweetheart. How did you survive that?"

Isla's grin sharpened, pleased down to the marrow of her bones at this reaction. "Adoration, stubbornness, and a frankly irresponsible amount of desire."

Pepper's huge hands steadied Ilsa's waist, thumbs stroking little circles as she proudly let herself be shown off for the camera. Isla felt the purr deep in Pepper's belly travel through her, and she had to grind against Pepper's thigh in anticipation just to take the edge off. 

Beau fanned herself again, but her hand was shaking so hard the laminated sheet snapped back and smacked her cheek. She didn't even blink at the impact, too busy staring.

"I think that'd come up to my throat," Beau whispered, voice breathy with awe and alarm. "I'd be skewered."

Pepper gave a low, pleased rumble. "Isla does love Sushi, I wouldn't mind making a skewer for her."

"Pepper," Isla tried to admonish, but the idea of it was in her head now, and it was tantalising. "Just leave her mouth free, I have plans for it."

Beau squeaked, covering her mouth with both hands. "I've created a monster."

"You needed a monster to take this monster." Isla said, leaning forward so the camera would catch the glow in her green eyes, "Now pay attention, Beau, you're going to see your hard work paying off."

Pepper's hand slid up Isla's back in a proud, heavy stroke, and then she leaned in, letting her tongue unfurl from her mouth. Dating Riley had been such a good time, and coming away from it with a super long tongue was a lovely reminder of it. They'd danced around why it had gotten so long, Riley deserved to be who she wanted to be, but it'd never stopped Riley from winding their tongues together in a special hugging kiss that stuffed both their cheeks full. 

Isla's tongue spilled out in a long, thick ribbon. She didn't have Riley's skill, unnaturally nimble with the thing; to Isla, it was a massive, weighty muscle she could barely control when she got excited.

And right now she was very excited.

The moment she tried to drag it along Pepper's base, it slipped free of her intended path, slopping over Pepper's stomach and down her thighs. Isla had to yank her up, baring her throat to Pepper as she tried to force that beastly tongue into cooperation.

Pepper took it as permission to grab, holding Isla by the neck, her long tongue sliding over Pepper's wrist and giving her a fresh taste of her gorgeous wife. That always drove Isla wild, and she gripped Pepper's arm with both hands for leverage and pulled that arm around. The firm grip on her neck stopped her from falling as she steered herself around, head bobbing and weaving to wrest this tongue back into action.  

The first drag was sloppy enough that most of her tongue's surface smeared over Pepper's fur before it finally found the underside of Pepper's shaft. Isla groaned at how good Pepper tasted when smeared all over her tongue like this, like the fattest bit of stake smothered in butter, all so recklessly indulgent it made the throat cloy, swallowing it down. The distraction of just how good her wife tasted made Isla's tongue wobble sideways, sliding off the cock entirely with a sloppy slap as it flailed onto Pepper's thigh.

Pepper laughed softly, but she soon changed her tune, breaking into pleasured hisses when Isla tried again, this time scooping her tongue under the heavy shaft and hauling upward. The tongue was too big to land only where she wanted. Every time she lifted, the sheer heft of it made it sag and slather Pepper's balls, thighs, and belly in broad swaths of heat and spit.

"Easy," Pepper rumbled, though her breath sped up. "You're making a mess."

"You'll make a bigger one," Isla mumbled around her tongue, which only made it loll even farther out of her mouth, swinging with a sloppy weight she couldn't hide. She gripped Pepper's hips and forced another deliberate stroke from base to tip.

It was like trying to press back a steel beam with a pillow, but that didn't discourage Isla one bit. She knew Pepper was feeling every little bit of it; she adored a sloppy blowjob. Isla's tongue wobbled halfway up the shift, slipping off with a wet slap as it veered to the side and found Pepper's belly again. Isla swore softly, gathered her focus, and this time braced her cheek against Pepper's thigh so she could haul her tongue upward like she was pulling a heavy rope.

Pepper groaned, rolling under Isla as her muscles spasmed. She felt that one and a reaction like that could only spur Isla on. 

Her broad tongue smothered almost the entire underside of Pepper's cock, leaving a glossy, soaking sheen from root to just below the tip of the shaft before the sheer weight of the muscle once again betrayed Isla and spilled sideways, slopping down Pepper's thigh with a wet slide.

Beau squeaked from the laptop. "Isla, sweetheart, this is too much! I'm going to hyperventilate here."

Isla ignored her completely; she had a lover to pleasure.

She wrapped both hands around Pepper's shaft to steady it, then dropped her jaw wide and dragged her huge tongue up again, a long, unsteady stroke that wobbled every few inches as her excitement made her lose control. Each wobble sent a jolt of sensation through Pepper, her cock twitching visibly with every sloppy pass.

Isla loved it. Snorlax were ladies of excess, and so Pepper absolutely loved how clumsy Isla was with her tongue, how brute-force and greedy her licks were to try pleasure. Riley could have no doubt brought Pepper to orgasm with just a few corkscrewing twirls of her nimble tongue. Isla had a big, unwieldy beast instead and used it with raw determination. 

Halfway up the shaft, it slipped left, and Isla snapped her head right to compensate, which made her tongue half coil around Pepper's cock. Isla grabbed her own tongue to hold it there, mashing it into Pepper's dick as she kissed just above it and then wound her tongue the other way.

Pepper's voice dipped low and shaky, her massive chest panting like mad as she pulled at her fluffy blue cat ears to try to work the stress of this out. "Arceus! Isla, your tongue is so special..." 

"It's hard to steer," Isla murmured, gathering her breath before leaning in again. "But you deserve a trip with the whole thing."

Isla hunched her shoulders, planted her knees, and dragged that monster tongue up the last unsodden length of Pepper's cock until the broad, wet tip finally crested the crown of Pepper's dick. Finally locked in, Isla got a nice handful of those twitching balls down below.  

Pepper jolted like she'd been shocked from the grip; it was too much for her precious Snorlax wife. Isla felt Pepper's tigthen and didn't pull away as her wife came hard. Isla wished she could say it was a beautiful sight; she adored Pepper and found her effortlessly gorgeous, but the big lady didn't do anything small. Sometimes you just have to get drenched in a fountain of cum for your wife. 

It was a big sticky mess, but it was worth it. Pepper groaning in pleasure under her made Isla feel so powerful as she pulled her tongue in, the salty taste of cum almost overpowering and no better for filling her throat. 

As she gulped it down, she heard Beau faintly whisper, "I… I can't… that tongue was bigger than my torso…"

Isla just grinned up at the camera, face still painted white with cum, her blue hair a tangled, wet mess. She panted hot, hungry breaths as she rode the high of making Pepper cum.

"You made me like this," Isla said, licking cum off her arm with a long stroke that made Beau turn an even brighter shade of pink. "Pepper makes it all worth it. So thank you."

Beau was frozen stiff in shock, and very softly, she whispered, "I'm incredibly turned on and also a little frightened."

Isla tossed her hair back, letting a white stripe of cum flick through the air as she rocked her hips back, making Pepper's cock bob into view for the camera, slapping against her cum-stained breast.

"That," Isla said, "is the only sensible reaction to all of this."

"I know you want to make her blush," Pepper said, "But I need you now." 

Isla could hardly say no and leaned to let Pepper get a good grab on her. Pepper wasted no time, guiding Isla's hips up with steady strength as she lifted her carefully into place. Even if she was starving to start, Pepper always made sure she was gentle, easing Isla into place so she was lying on her arms across the bottom of Pepper's legs, her ass way up in the air. 

Isla gasped when the head of Pepper's cock pressed into her slit, squeezing Pepper's calves to steady herself. The cock was out of Beau's sight for now, but it wasn't like it was an easy thing to hide. It'd be back, stealing the show, very shortly.

"That's it. Good girl. I've got you." Pepper said as she used a huge thumb to work along Isla's pussy, making sure she was wet enough for what was to come. They'd both gotten good at doing this, and lubrication wasn't optional here. Pepper was really massive, and it wouldn't work if Isla weren't dripping wet. 

She was. All the talk of her old partners had worked her up, and this show for Beau had her blood practically steaming. They wouldn't need to lube Pepper up today. Isla was already sopping with anticipation.

The thickness of Pepper's staggering cock pushed deeper in slow pulses, and Isla clung to her wife's shoulders, overwhelmed by the sheer size filling her inch by inch. No matter how much they fucked, it'd never gotten easier; every shift of Pepper's hips stretched her out like it was their very first time. Isla's body simply didn't want to inherit the ability to take this monster easily; it delighted in the challenge. 

A challenge that was well worth all the effort. The heartbeat of that cock  inside Isla sent heat spiraling through her body and turned her thoughts into a pleasant mush. Isla decorated Pepper's jaw and throat with a flurry of kisses, desperate to give back some of the incredible experience to her gorgeous wife. 

Pepper's hands never forced anything. She just steadily drew them together, letting Isla's body be the judge of what it could accept. Isla trembled with the effort of adjusting, but fuck, it scratched itches she didn't know she even had. She wanted all of Pepper, every impossible inch, and every time Pepper rumbled low in her chest from her own pleasure, it pushed Isla to be braver. She took more until she was full in a way that made her head spin and her body sing.

By the time Pepper was fully buried in her, Isla was crying, overwhelmed by the sheer miracle of being stretched so wide and how much she loved her big, beautiful wife. She kissed Pepper again and again, greedy for a taste of her, for just that little bit more. The deep purr in Pepper's throat vibrated through her whole body, and Isla thought she'd never felt so completely loved, so thoroughly taken, in all her life.

She felt that way every time, but that's why it was so good being Pepper's lover. They really were made for each other.

"Do you have any idea what it's like, watching you two from here?" Beau's voice slipped in on the edges of Isla's perception, "You're killing me. Showing off like that, letting me see every little twitch and gasp. I'm jealous enough to burst." Beau sighed theatrically, though her hungry tone betrayed she loved every second of it. 

Pepper grunted with pride, squeezing Isla tighter, and Isla shivered, leaning into the touch, suddenly very aware of how much Beau was seeing and how much she liked showing it off. Pepper arched her hips just enough to let half her cock slip free, shamelessly showing off its size as she saw-sawed Isla along it.

Beau laughed, but Isla could hear how thick the jealousy was in her voice. "Gods, you're obscene. Look at that. Do you have any idea how lucky you are, Isla?" 

Pepper's growl rumbled deep, pleased at being admired, while Isla flushed with pride at both being filled and at making Beau squirm with envy. 

"You think it's hard taking her inside me? You should try giving her a blowjob. The jaw ache is worth it, but it's a lot." Isla said shamelessly, loving the way Beau squirmed at the thought of it. Pepper rumbled louder, clearly enjoying showing off for their jealous audience. 

"One day we're coming over, Beau," Isla said as she gripped her breasts, squeezing them together. There was more than enough to spill over her fingers, giving Beau a gorgeous view of a deep valley of cleavage. "You're going to see how hard I've had to work. Payback for all your scheming."

There was a pause, then a sharp intake of breath from the laptop. Beau's voice came back thick and needy. "I live to get people together with the right partners, and I'm seeing a perfect fit right now."

"Rather tight, actually," Pepper said, grabbing Isla's hair and pushing her down against her thigh. Isla moaned into the thick fat as Pepper worked to drive her hips home. Her body fought it, but Pepper had so much muscle behind those hips, and ever so slowly, she ground her way back into Isla. Pepper didn't force anything, but she did have to hold Isla still so she wouldn't slide, which meant gripping her hair so tight it began to hurt. 

Isla didn't mind one bit. Having her hair pulled felt good, and she made plenty of encouraging noises for Pepper to continue. Her moans became sloppier when her long tongue fell out of her mouth and slapped against Pepper's thigh, but she didn't have the strength in her body to pull it back in. Every spare bit of brainpower was focused on trying to hold her sense of self together as she got her brains absolutely scrambled by Snorlax dick.

Beau was watching with wide eyes, both hands over her mouth in shock. Isla must have been letting her Pressure inheritance flare, because her boss was absolutely frozen up in horny terror as Pepper's big dick ground along Isla's squishy insides and dragged out more hot-breathed moans. 

"Ready to come, honey?" Pepper asked, but as much as she wanted to, Isla couldn't answer. She was drooling, completely overwhelmed.

"Oh," Pepper sighed, slapping Isla's bubble of a butt. "She's a little broken, Beau, but don't worry. I know how to shock her out of this. Watch this."

Pepper rolled her hips, and with a firm grip of Isla's hair, she lifted her wife off her thigh. Her cock stretching Isla out was visible as a faint bulge below Isla's belly button, and that physical display of just how thoroughly she was pounding into Isla was finally too much for Beau. There was a pathetic whine from the laptop microphone as Beau came, clearly stroking herself out of sight. 

"You need a proper lover, Beau," Pepper said, shaking her head. "A real orgasm sounds more like this."

With a tug on Isla's hair, Pepper thrust forward with a full force Body Slam. She rarely busts out that move in bed, but putting on a show must have worked her up, and so with a heavy clap of hips on ass, Pepper sent a shockwave rippling through Isla, rubbing her body along Pepper's wonderfully thick thigh as she completely ended any resistance Isla had to the waves of pleasure building up inside her. 

The scream that came out of Isla's throat didn't even sound human. She felt her lungs burn as she emptied them to try to express the wave of orgasmic pleasure crashing through her fully. It was just overwhelmingly massive, every inch of her body shook with pleasure as Pepper's cock pulsed and then filled Isla up with wave after wave of hot, sticky cum. 

"She sounds so good," Pepper growled, an arm on Isla's shoulder as she helped slide her along her cum soaked cock. Isla's moans bubbled out of her between gasping breaths. It was just all too much; she'd been built up to endure a lot over all her dates, but when Pepper gave her all, even Isla struggled. 

It didn't stop her from nipping at Pepper's fingers and suckling on those thick digits. She loved this woman so much, even when Pepper utterly ruined her, Isla just wanted more. 

The tremors slowly faded, leaving Isla limp and trembling in Pepper's arms. Everything was too sensitive; her skin tingled with every heartbeat, and her chest felt as if it had been filled to the brim with Pepper's seed. Her wife's warmth flowed in her veins and through her muscles. 

For a beautiful moment, she'd never felt closer to Pepper than this. The bond between them thrummed hot in her heart.

"Holy fuck," Beau whispered. "Isla, are you..."

Isla's mind was unravelling, but Beau's words helped to anchor her back to reality. Something had happened. A beat was coming from deep inside her, slow and sure. It spread from her belly outward, curling through her body with a heat that made her gasp. It wasn't the ache of pleasure she'd gotten used to, but something older and deeper, a little spark of divinity taking root in her.

Her mind, still fogged and dazed, Isla could barely grasp the meaning until Beau answered for her. 

"Did you just get bred?" 

The word echoed in her thoughts. Bred. She'd just been bred.

The glow in Isla's chest flared, a bright warmth that spread between her ribs and up into her throat, choking out her words. She clutched at Pepper's fur, overwhelmed, and Pepper held her tighter, whispering soft nothings as she comforted her wife.

Isla's breath shook as she felt the weight of her wife, her giant, gentle, endlessly hungry wife, and managed a smile as she felt that beat inside her tingle along her nerves and into Isla's thigh. 

Pepper brushed a hand over her hair, "You're going to be a wonderful mother."

"We're going to spoil her rotten," Isla smiled, and with a deep breath lifted herself up. Pepper's dick was still impaled in her, but she didn't want to go through the process of getting off. Instead, Isla slid round, trying not to moan as she kicked her legs over to face Pepper. She failed, but the moment wasn't spoiled for it. Pepper brought her so much pleasure, she'd earned all these moans. 

Isla let her head fall against that warm chest, listening to their joined heartbeats. The glow within her pulsed again, and she swore she could almost hear it beating with them. 

"We're going to be parents." Ilsa sniffed. "Are we ready for this?"

"We got time to get ready." Pepper smiled. "Beau will help. She's involved in this now."

"Oh, sweethearts, I will absolutely help out", Beau said over the laptop. "I can't wait to meet the blue fluffball you two have made."

Isla smiled as she rubbed her head against Pepper's chest. It was just all so perfect right now.

"I forgot this was a meeting," Isla mumbled. "We're still getting you, Beau. You're not off the hook."

"You have to give her time off," Pepper said, "I'll convince you if I need to."

"Relax! You know I will," Beau blushed. "No need to destroy my butt to make a point. Isla, I'm moving you to test our new project, a few days work a week, tops." 

"I'm very happy with Pepper, thank you," Isla huffed, "You don't need to find me love."

Isla couldn't see the screen, but she could feel the smug evil radiating off it onto her back. 

"Beau, what have you been planning?"

"Couple dates," Beau grinned. "I think you two would love to meet some other married ladies on my file. In fact, you already know them."

"Beau...."

"Stella married a wealthy heiress, and she wants to show her off her big dicked trophy wife to a couple who appreciate a good fucking."

"Beau!"

"Josie got married to an entire band and is the front lady for them. They need a couple who'd like free concert tickets and an exhausting amount of VIP service. I told her I know the perfect pair."

"I do like music," Pepper said, ignoring the bite Isla chewed into her breast. "Who else?"

Pepper knew darn well who else! Beau had set Isla up again. 

"Riley is a Trainer now, and she's had a lot of success, very popular among a blossoming new community of ladies who'd like to try the other side. She struggled to get her first Pokémon due to her unique situation, but I knew a lonely Pokémon who badly needed a girlfriend who'd be able to keep up with her voracious sexual appetite."

"You hooked up Selene with Riley?" Isla said, spitting out Pepper's breast. "That's.... super cute."

"They are an absolutely adorable couple, and are absolutely chainsawing their way through Trainers and their teams. I need a pair who can give them a proper reality check."

"Beau." Isla sniffled, "I got a baby to look after, this sounds exhausting."

"It does, doesn't it?" Beau smirked, "But it's only going to be more exhausting once she's born. I think having a lot of lovers who can help you two out will really pay off."

Isla looked up to Pepper, but of course, the Snorlax was already smiling at the thought of getting to indulge in all of Isla's ex-girlfriends and, well, Isla did want to catch up with them. She missed most of them, and it'd be nice to get to put Stella in her place finally. 

A small army of ex-girlfriends wouldn't be so bad. 

"You have to come on one of the dates." Isla said, "And we have a deal."

"I'll be eaten alive!" Beau squeaked, "I won't survive that."

"Yes, you will," Isla said, leaning back to grab the top of the laptop. "We need to train you up, so we can find you a proper Professor wife."

Beau was still spluttering when Isla closed the laptop, shaking her head at the silly Luvdisc's plans. 

"This is going to be a crazy family we're making," Isla laughed, "You ready for it?"

Pepper squeezed Isla's belly, which still had the slight paunch from her cock stuffed deep in Isla. "We can handle it."

"Yeah," Isla bit her bottom lip. "We could probably handle two even."

Pepper licked her lips. "You sure?"

"We're both insatiable," Isla said, pulling Pepper in for a kiss. "I know your appetites, Pepper, you're never satisfied with just one."

Pepper answered Isla's teasing with a low, hungry growl that rumbled right through the floor. The sound was soft and affectionate, but carrying that hungry edge that always made Isla's heart flutter.

Before Isla could say another word, Pepper's arms swept her up again, holding her as if she weighed nothing. Isla laughed, breathless, as her world tilted and her back met the soft cushions beneath them. Pepper leaned close, sea-green eyes burning with lust.

"I gave you this big belly," Pepper murmured, her breath warm against Isla's cheek.

"Cheek! You love having something to grab onto."

The last thing Isla remembered before the world dissolved into a relentless mating press was Pepper's whisper against her ear.

"It's big enough we could fit three kids in there."

"Three?" Isla gasped. "I'll drain you dry trying that."

Pepper's only answer was a hungry purr, the sound of a woman who would never, ever get enough of her.

Isla wouldn't have it any other way.