The Other Side of the Coin

“Loose, unconstrained, liberated, now are the words I’m saying making sense?” The words tumbled out of Gem’s mouth through a grin, no, a smirk.

Oh yeah, she was feeling herself again.

One hand still on the changing room curtain, she looked out to her audience. It was only one, for now, but the attention of one was better than the polite disinterest of a hundred. Or something, it just felt good to have someone, anyone paying attention again. Though to the outside observer Pomona might seem disinterested, daydreaming even. Her face, as ever, was a mask of polite non-committal.

Gem though, was learning, or at least she hoped she was. The face might tell no tales, but the rest of the ghost was a different story. The hand resting on a knee, slightly clenching the fabric of her ragged dress. The back, kept perfectly stiff. The fact that, when she lost concentration, she seemed to start floating a bit, currently hovering a few centimetres above the bench she was nominally seated on.

Gem had her attention, and ‘attention’.

It had started when she’d dragged the Drifloon off the street. Sure, the getups in her magazine looked nice, but they weren’t Minun coded at all. Now, if someone else was wearing them? Preferably someone tall, with long legs? She’d be asking them to step on her. Not her though.

She’d started simple, swimwear. Several bikini’s on the rack had called to her, but then she saw something a bit more… unique. More of a series of straps than actual fabric, but that suited her just fine. The black made it stand out next to her pale yellow fur, from a collar at the top two bands headed down, lightly sitting atop her electric blue nipples, hiding all but the edges of areola from view. Even with a modest chest such as hers you couldn’t help but look, but stare.

Then, of course, the straps met at the bottom. Gem wasn’t ashamed to admit that she wasn’t very big for a Pokémon. That didn’t matter, it was more than enough to get the job done, leave the brain breaking to her electricity. The suit framed her pouch deliciously, if she did say so herself. Plump, grab-able, and if she popped even the slightest boner it would spill right out the top, perfect.

According to the mirror, the back was none to shabby either. Just like her chest, her cock, it wasn’t the size, it was how she used it, and if there was nothing else in the world, Gem knew the power of her own ass. A quick spin and open palm slap, five fingers, the crack ringing through the entire shop and, she just knew, drawing more than a few glances. Pomona floated another inch or two higher, a fun reaction as she was discovering.

“Electricity has to flow, to move, ya dig?”

“I am… seeing the logic, but still, a nice skirt like a Bell, or Godet might…”

Gem cut her off with a laugh, strutting over to put a finger on her lips. She might have climbed on her lap, just for fun, but she’d probably fall right through. “Oh, a skirt lady are you? Well, sit your purple butt back down.”

There were a few other outfits in the pile, but she’d always intended to get here. When you were a Return you just knew your style, just like the other things, and it had been sorely lacking in her life till now. Short top, no arms, plunging neckline that almost touched the bottom hem which threatened to flash underboob at the smallest stretch, no bra. The skirt was even shorter, flashing electric blue panties at every twirl or gust was a feature, not a bug.

The whole thing was coloured red, with simple yellow stripes. The colours hurt a bit, but they were also right, they couldn’t be anything else. Tugging them on felt like a second skin, a wave of confidence came over her. Not the fake stuff she’d been putting on before, the real thing.

It felt good to have it back.

Grabbing the curtain and yanking it back, Gem had an expression on her face that was better suited to a Legend. The smirk only grew when she saw Pomona. The ghost had really thrown her the last two days, more icy than a Ice type she’d seemed, with that unbreakable visage. It still seemed to be so, but that wasn’t where Gem was looking. Her crotch seemed to have grown several sizes in the short time she’d been changing.

Well, well, looked like the Ghost was Mon after all. Now to unwrap her prize.

Knees thudded to the ground with practised ease, but her quarry was a more evasive sort. The shear amount of cloth Pomona wore sent her digging.

“Ahem.” The cough came from above, but she didn’t look up, there was no distracting her now. “Not that you do not look… ravishing right now Gem, but… do you think now is the time? I mean, I am thinking about Hailey and…”

“Oh, thinking about Hailey down here are we? Suppose I can’t be too jealous.” There was her prize. Pomona cock was a thick, sturdy thing, just like her. It was also made out of the same stuff as her body, but thankfully it didn’t taste like licking fabric. Still, she gave it a quick spit shine, just to make sure. Then it was the old pump and hump with her left hand, she wasn’t done talking quite yet.

“Now, be honest Pom-Pom, do you really think Hailey would ‘handle’ you better than me? I haven’t even taught her any of my tricks yet!” A point which was punctuated with a squeeze. Dear Arceus it was nice to have a receptive audience again, she could see the shudder run up Pomona’s back.

“That… is not… what I meant…” Oh she was trying so hard to stay proper, it was adorable. “I just… worry. What if she feels left out?”

It wasn’t a bad question, but Gem wasn’t going to let it throw off her groove, so she let her head flop down on soft, plush ghost thigh, the heat of her breath wafting over a pair of heavy purple balls while she looked up to meet Pomona’s eyes, hand never slowing.” “Listen Pom-Pom, I dunno about you, but I know what I signed up for last night. Did you see how she was in the shower? Girl’s never been touched, least of all by herself.” Pomona just nodded, Hailey wasn’t the only one who was a bit touch starved in their little group.

“So, we dive into the deep end with her, we’re libel to send her right back into that hospital bed. We need to take it slooow” Oh it was so fun to match her rhythm to words, “and that means we won’t be getting much for a while… unless it’s from each other. Now, I don’t mind. I don’t want to scare Hailey, run her off, but a Bonded girls got needs.” Another huff, another full body shudder.

“Besides…” Gem rose up, purple tip achingly close to her lips. “Who knows, a show might help get her in the mood.” The only warning she gave was a wink before she dropped back down. Pomona, meanwhile, was busy making the store seem haunted with just her voice alone.

The stretch burned, but in a way that felt oh so right. So she stayed there, down at the base, looking up. Hands rose to fondle the sack, Arceus is was heavy, almost splitting the seams. How long had it been since she’d used these? Too long, Gem was preforming a public service today.

Still, skill would take some time to return, she’d have to compensate with enthusiasm till then. Pomona wasn’t the biggest she’d taken, but she was the one she was putting the most energy into. Funny enough, the Ghost actually seemed to be more solid now than before. It was hard to tell without lingering but her cock actually had a pretty interesting texture, she could feel the… stitches? They battered her tongue, giving the rod a interesting almost ribbed texture, but for who’s pleasure? Something to test later.

They actually made her want to give it a bit of a nibble. It was a risky move getting teeth involved, but Pomona only kicked her leg a little, not her off.

“Gem… honey…” My my, it really had been a while for Pomona, they both had some endurance to rebuild. That was ok though, the only question was how exactly to hit the finale. The little brat in her heart wanted to stroke to the finish, wear it with pride, show off her new bond to the town. The rational part said that showing up with a new paintjob might be a little much for Hailey right now, if they didn’t get pulled in for public indecency before then.

Besides, she hadn’t had breakfast.

“Gem…” The whine was sweet, she could get used to them. Pulling all the way back, she pushed her ears back with one hand, supporting the balls with the other. Lightly, not even a bite really, she pressed down on the tip, all while she looked up at those red eyes. The moment the sack jumped in her hands she slammed her head back down, straight to the base. This was the life. A throbbing, ridged cock in your throat, and pulsing waves of hot cum right into your belly.

Gem had had flings on the road, but that was nothing like feeling a bond pulse in time with a cock. Involuntarily, a shudder went up her spine, as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Oh yeah, that was the stuff.

The weird thing was that it bothered her.

Arguably her whole life had been boring, yes, even the near death parts. While they got the blood flowing in the moment they still got dull so, so fast. Eventually the only question became ‘is this the one?’ and when it wasn’t you were left with the dull task of picking up all your pieces. TV was dull, Hailey could probably have gotten a degree in it by now. Books were dull, she’d read the ones she had till their spines were in worse shape than her own. Plants were dull, especially after winding through the titanic trunks of Deep Eterna.

That was really the issue, she’d right and proper cursed herself with this little escapade. How many times for the rest of her life, laying in bed, sitting by a window, would she dream of those trees? Of the Meadows? Even the Ravaged Path or the Manse? If only she could have gotten pictures of them all, but then again, maybe that would have just made the longing worse.

Sure, she wasn’t back at Our Lady yet, she could still putter around the Center, but she’d headed right back to her room. It didn’t feel right, natural, to be hanging around with so many other people near. Surely some Nurse or patron would eventually come up and ask her what she was doing there.

So, she went back to the room. There wasn’t even TV there though, or books. Nothing to do but stare at the paint, or out the window, just high enough that she couldn’t get a decent view of anything but the sky.

The reverie of doldrums was eventually interrupted by the crash of the door being kicked open, which ruled Carita out at least.

Gem’s voice positively cracked, “Sup bitch! You miss us?”

“Clearly I was just wasting away without you, but what would you geniuses have done if I wasn’t in here?.” She moved to swing the chair around when something strange happened. Everything went dark.

“Not yet dear.” Pomona’s voice whispered right in her ear, so it must have been her hands blinding her, instead of a case of rapid onset Glaucoma, so why did it still make her shudder? “I believe Gem wants to ‘frame the surprise’, so to speak. And as for your question… well, I would not try challenging us to hide and seek any time soon, there is no hiding from your Bound after all.” Another shudder ran up Hailey’s spine, from the voice? Not, more likely because Pomona had taken the opportunity to nip at one of her ears. Oh Arceus, was all she could think, Is that one of my weak spots? Are they learning my weak spots? I don’t even know what they are!

Well, there was no way she was letting them know, those two already had a Dialga sized leg up on her.

“Framing? You two been getting into shoplifting? I’m not one to call that out, but I’d advise not letting Carita know.” She also didn’t have the money to bail them out, but that seemed like a second or third week kind of discussion. The muffled grunts she was hearing were making her curious though.

Pomona merely tittered. “Shoplifting was never my preferred form of larceny back in the day. In any case, unnecessary. I have a coin or two stashed away and Gem managed to… persuade me that parting with a few was a good cause.” The hands suddenly released and Hailey had to blink for a moment, not just from the light, but to figure out what she was even staring at.

It was Gem, certainly, up on the table for some reason. She was sitting on the edge, one leg dangling down, the other propped up to give a view straight up her skirt to the blue panties that looked like they were almost vacuum sealed on. It didn’t compute for a minute.

“Wha..? Clothes?” There was nothing demure in the way Gem through back her head to cackle, the other leg slipping up to push her to her feet.

“What did I tell you Pom-Pom? Cheerleaders, knocks em dead!” Oh, cheerleader, that’s what this was. Something to grab onto at least. Standing there, Hailey could see the whole thing now. There wasn’t much of it, but what there was?

The skirt was so short she could still see up it from a sitting angle so Hailey quickly jerked her head further up, which may have been a mistake. Gem’s belly was bare, though curiously… large? Had they also gotten lunch while out? She found her eyes lingering on the belly button for a second, why did Pokémon even have those?

The next landmark was the Minun’s chest and was it cold out? Couldn’t be, but the tiny top did nothing to stop Gem’s nipples from poking through, looking ready to cut ice. Their modest size absolutely forgotten with how the red top held them. They were allowed to walk back like this? On a public street?

Of course the last stop was the face, and that nearly broke the whole spell. As soon as Gem caught her eye, the Minun’s own eyebrows were bouncing up and down.

“Wha ha Germ a da toble?” Was her rather poor attempt to say ‘Why is Gem up on the table?’

“I believe she likes to feel tall.” Was Pomona’s response, which was enough to get Gem to stop her chortling and stomp her foot, an arc of electricity climbing her ears like a ladder.

“Like you have any right to talk Miss Helium Ass!” Still, quick as a flash, her attention was back on Hailey. “Ignore her, she’s just smug cause I sucked her dick, like deep throating a pillow. I’m more interested in… you.”

She was right at the edge of the table now, any heavier and she would have toppled the damn thing. No secret as to why though, from there Gem could actually look down on Hailey, not much, but still.

“What… do you think of it?” Another little spin. Geez, it took so little to have it twist high enough that nothing was covering, nothing at all. “I have to say, it feels sooooooo good to be looking my best again.

The heart thing was starting again, and this time Hailey wished it would be an attack. This was why she had told them it wouldn’t work, well, one of the reasons, because she was feeling it again. That feeling that had come up when she’d seen Silver on the TV, when Brigit and Thảo had gotten… intimate. It was in her face, her chest, not… lower though, that wasn’t awake today, thank Arceus.

And she had no idea what the hell you were supposed to do when that happened. She was not trusting the Soaps again though.

“It’s uhhh… nice? Very… red?” Her hands frozen, torn between flying to her face, to cover her shame, or to her wheels, to roll right out of this room. The heat in her face almost instantly relocated to behind her eyes. They were trying, they were really trying, and all she could give them was some flat affect bullshit.

It didn’t help that Gem started snickering again, as a compromise her hands gripped the metal of the chair like it owed her money, while her face dropped straight down to stare at her lap.

Or tried to at least, something got in the way, pressing against her forehead. A… foot?

“Now now, I know I’m stunning, but there’s no need to hide away, in fact, it’s forbidden!”

“I c-can’t, I…” couldn’t get it the fuck out, was what she was trying to see, but that was the problem. Who couldn’t even compliment their partner on their clothing? She’d known she was broken, but this was a whole new…

“Gem, I do believe she is spiralling again.” Pomona was so good at being forgotten till she spoke again, but now there was pressure on each side. Not quite a hug with the chair in the way, but a solid, comforting grip on both arms.

“Ah crap, you think I laid it on to strong?” Gem’s tone instantly changed as she hopped down onto the ground, by the side of the chair in a flash.

She was choking, but still managed to spit out “I-I can’t, words…”

“Oh, is that all?” Suddenly Gem was calm again, even as her throat uncontrollably swallowed. Surprise pressure distracted her a bit, the Minun crawling up, sprawling herself across her legs, yet draping herself over the armrests so her full weight wasn’t on Hailey’s lap. “They’re nice, but who needs em? I felt every little thing.”

It still took a while to steady herself.

This is the best chance I'll have to post this for quite a while, so I might as well