The Other Side of the Coin

My, but it had been a long, long time since she had done this.

All the types had their own little quirks to them, separate from moves or abilities. Fire types, even if they did not yet know any Fire moves for some reason, were never bothered by heat or flame. Rather, they were invigorated by them. A Water Type need not fear drowning, or the cold deep.

She might be slightly biased, but Pomona did think that Ghosts such as herself were the winners of that little giveaway. Flying without the strain of flapping. A malleable form that could be used for all kinds of fun. Intangibility, even if it was not exactly effective on Moves. And then the trick they were probably most known, or rather notorious, for.

Possession.

It could be such fun, though it made a few humans and other Mon squeamish for some reason. Still, others enjoyed the thrill and actively sought them out for it. You could share so, so many things uniting within one body.

This was a bit different though. Usually the ghost, in this case her, would enter the body of their partner, but that wasn’t the only option. Pulling the other along for the ride in her own form was possible, though harder, so she had to tug on the Bond a bit to make it happen.

Still, it seemed like it was having the desired effect.

“Oh Arceus, it feels like it’s all spinning.”

“Yes, many are disoriented by the experience at first. Gem? Perhaps you could give her something to focus on?”

They had first come up with the idea while shopping, or rather, while Gem had been sucking her dick.

They were bonded with Hailey now, but they were not really close with her yet, in the Pokémon way. She wasn’t asexual, not that that would have stopped them from loving her, but she had told them that herself. Even if she had not yet, her condition was clearly interfering with her urges in a way that was causing her some obvious distress.

So, rather than push her into a space she wasn’t physically, or mentally, ready for yet, why not explore other options?

“What’s that? The only way to quell the patients nausea is by tonging a fat, plush cock? Sounds fake to me, but hey, I don’t have a medical license.” If there was one thing Electric types were good at doing, it was being distracting.

While not her preferred role, in this case, she was taking a passive stance. Hailey was already likely overwhelmed, so there was no reason to add much movement in on her part. Instead she just leaned back, making a conscious effort not to phase through the thin wall of the tent, all while Gem strutted up between her spread legs.

It was impressive how smoothly the Minun was able to fall to her knees, spilling forward to crawl the last few paces, but then again, she was the closest to the ground out of all of them.

“Now this, Hailey” Gem said, all while maintaining eye contact, “Is a cock.” A statement she emphasized by grasping Pomona’s very own with one hand, while also nuzzling it against her cheek. Her ever present blue sparks created a pleasant tingle that spread through the whole body. This was all for Hailey’s edification, but Pomona would enjoy it to.

“I know what a cock is you pint sized ball polisher.” Hailey replied in a huff. She seemed so reticent to ever express any enjoyment, but it was buried in there, Pomona had seen it. It just took something spectacular. Plus, they could both sense her emotions now through the Bond, and her own possession was cranking that to 11.

The lady was trying not to shake.

“Hey hey, there’s no need for name calling, even if I do find it hot.” Gem punctuated her statement with a playful squeeze. “But since you brought it up…”

Gem dug herself even lower. A hot, pulsating length of cloth-meat was now splayed across her face, from chin to forehead, and she couldn’t have looked happier. Snuggling up like she was under a warm blanket, she gave Pomona’s sack a kiss.

“Since we’re going back to basics here, let’s do a little education. The balls? Total amateur mistake to ignore them, see it with newbs and folks used to only topping all the time. Sure, they might not have the sensitivity of the head…” A point she proved all to well with a simple rub. “but sex, or fucking nasty style if you prefer, isn’t just about chasing down an orgasm as fast as possible. It’s a conversation, and you know I love to talk.”

Pomona braced herself for something big, but Gem was one step ahead of her. The teasing of Hailey might not stop, but the brat wasn’t going to dive right into the deep end and shock her blind.

No, instead she started kissing Pomona’s thigh. As a ghost she was always cold, which only made the heat of the Minun’s lips all the more noticeable. If one could see a heatmap they could have traced a red hot line being pulled up her thigh before finally reaching its destination.

If her lips had been hot, the inside of her mouth was positively boiling, slipping in felt like a warm bath after a long day, the Minun’s tongue playing the role of the jets. Frankly, it was positively indulgent, but rather than complain she just leaned back, and enjoyed.

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Hailey was trying her best not to make all kinds of weird noises. Noises like ‘Gleep’, ‘Erk’, Awala’.

Trying, however, is not the same as succeeding.

It was just so weird! She could feel a pleasant burning all through her body, yet she knew it wasn’t hers. Legs! There was almost never anything from those yet she could feel the tent under them. Balls! She didn’t have those, yet she could feel those too. Heavy, pulsating, rolling around in Gem’s mouth. Her tongue was quick even when it wasn’t quipping.

Then there was the cock. Hailey was starting to get an inkling why Pokémon acted the way they did. It was positively burning up in the warm night air, pulsating and dripping all over the Minun’s head, though she seemed content to ignore it for now. It was like Pomona’s balls were hard candy and she wanted to lick and suck her way to the centre.

It was infuriating. She just wanted to grab the little rats head and force it down, do something, get some friction going! But she wasn’t in control, just along for the ride. She couldn’t make Pomona grab her by the ears and use her like a little blue and yellow fleshlight, so instead she was reduced to simply making spasmodic grabby hands at the hair, unconscious of what she was even doing.

“Doing ok over there Hailey?” Gem called out, her lips releasing Pomona’s orbs with an audible pop. She only laughed at the garbled wet sounds she got in response.

Villains! They weren’t just weirdos, she’d bonded with villains who delighted in her suffering! That was the only explanation for why they wouldn’t… just… get on with it!

“I do believe she is enjoying it Gem, you have a real talent for worship.” Pomona mumbled out, almost seemingly like she was going to fall asleep. It made Hailey want to scream, no, what she needed was action!

“Well golly, I sure hope so, cause otherwise she’s in the middle of a unrelated fit over there. Hey, think we should called Carita? I’m sure she’d looooooooove to know what we’re doing to her little girl.”

Hailey finally found her voice. “You t-try that and I-I’ll crawl over there! And… choke you unconscious on it!” Her very serious threat didn’t seem to have the intended effect. Pomona just giggled into her sleeve, while Gem snorted against the cock she was now lovingly dragging her tongue up and down.

“You hear that Gem? Our trainer seems to want to join in directly now. I told you this would be a fruitful idea.”

“You’re only saying that cause I sucked your berries. Besides, I don’t see how our poor trainer could possibly join in. She looks so comfy over there in her sleeping bag, it would be a shame to pull her out of it.”

More incoherent noises of struggle, not helped by the fact that the little devil was now huffing hot air onto Pomona’s rod. Why did that feel good? It was just air!

“If she thinks that’s good, then the main event will really blow her mind!” Gem moved to stand, somehow incorporating one last, long lick, from base to tip. Standing over Pomona, Gem was, for once, the tallest in the room. Even so, Pomona’s cock, jutting up and pulsing, reached almost to her knees, there was certainly more than just hot air in there.

Still, Gem wasn’t giving it any time to cool down, quickly dropping into a squat, her hole just teasing the Ghosts tip as she rocked back and forth, her own cock on full, wobbly display.

Pokémon assholes were, scientifically speaking, definitive proof that Acreus was what the dictionary defined as a ‘huge pervert’.

Unlike their cocks, which at least had the excuse of reproduction, they served absolutely no purpose besides pleasure. Energy beings had no need for waste disposal. This had led many historians and theologians to theorize that Arceus, the mother of mothers, begetter of all, MILF of MILF’s, was, to use the technical terms, a massive buttslut.

Absolutely none of this was running through Hailey’s mind, only the confused burning of anatomy she didn’t even posses and the sure knowledge that, if it had been her hips Gem had been straddling, that little monster would have been flopping around like a half stuffed toy.

It didn’t matter how weak her arms were, or how fragile her legs, that rat need to pay.

The two of them didn’t pay the slightest heed.

“Oooh, big moment for us PomPom, are you sure you’re ready to take the plunge?” The slight dip in Gem’s knees was unmistakable and on purpose.

“Do you think I need to get you a ring first? Or perhaps a nice kiss on the cheek?” Pomona raised her arms in a pantomime of mushy affection, taking each of Gem’s hands in her own, probably more to help her balance than anything.

“Whoa, kissing? You can fuck my ass but let’s save the emotional stuff for when we know each other better. Besides, this is for Hailey after all, to let’s not tease her to much more, I think it’s about time for the ball to… dro-AHHH!”

It had been instantaneous, she couldn’t help it. All the weird sensations, weird feelings that were coming from outside her body, from in it. She’d wanted to explode before, even had sometimes. At doctors, nurses, Carita, but now?

Now she erupted.

It was silent, at least on her end. For Pomona and Gem, less so. Gem, still teasing the ghosts tip with her entrance, felt the pulse, the impact, and staggered back. Hailey felt like she was erupting, Pomona actually was. Great jets of white were flying all the way up Gem’s front, even reaching her face, to splatter there as she tried to shield her eyes.

Pomona, meanwhile, was just mindlessly thrusting in the air, only making the splatter problem worse. Hailey resolved to never buy a blacklight.

“Arceus, Dialga, and Palkia too! Warn a girl before you go off, ghost-face!” Gem was clearly trying to sound annoyed, but her heart wasn’t in it, she found it the funniest out of all of them.

“I… couldn’t… could not, the wave was… uhhoaaah.” Well, there it was, concrete proof that nothing could break Pomona’s poker face, because she sounded like she should have been cross eyed, tongue hanging out. It was… almost hypnotic, the way her tool swayed and shook.

Hailey was the first of them to snap out of it.

“Uuuuuh… I’mnotcleaningthatupg’night!” Was an approximation of what she spit out before quickly turning over to huddle on her side.

She could hear them snickering, the sound of some kind of fabric squeaking against the tent material (and dear Arceus did she hope that wasn’t Pomona’s body), and even the front flap unzipping, the sound of two feet returning not long after.

She’d always been good at falling asleep, as a self defence mechanism, but now it wasn’t coming. Hailey didn’t think she could even face the other two right now. Was this what a normal first time was like? In a tiny tent where you hadn’t even been touch technically?

Lighter than a feather, Pomona settled down behind her. Some small part of her still wanted to flinch away, but she didn’t, her voice was steadier now. “You better have washed off before coming back here.” She mumbled.

“Oh, I am well used to cleaning up messes.” Came the response from behind. Not content to remand behind, Gem started wiggling up her front, pushing her arms aside.

“And what if we haven’t? What would you do then? I’d always heard ladies like a dirty Mon.”

There was no dignified response to that, but Hailey had never considered herself dignified.

She planted a fat raspberry on the back of the brats head.

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The warmth was comforting against her back.

Sure, the ground might be hard, and Hailey might not give off that much body heat, but the fact that it was there at all, it soothed.

This was it, wasn't it? She'd done it.

It had been a metaphorically bloody two years, but she'd made it.

A partner. No, two partners. Regardless of what she'd thought of Pomona at the start, the Ghost and her were bonded now.

The bonding itself, as informal as it had been, had lit something up in her she'd thought had died, but even still, she'd wondered.

Would it last?

Hailey certainly hadn't thought so, and they were still in early days, but then the girl wasn't exactly a font of optimism. It was up to her and Pompom to change that.

She certainly wasn't the kind of Human she'd ever thought she'd bond with though. Dreams had been all that sustained her through some very dark nights. A big team, a energetic trainer, taking on Gym challenges, perhaps the contest circuit. Hailey didn't seem interested in any of that, but that was ok. She was interested in her, in them. Maybe the two of them could be enough for her, for each other. A quiet, slow life. Taking care to keep what little they'd built from falling apart.

Still, when she dreamed that night, they were four.