Ch 40: Just Beat It
Gem had to be wearing panties for some fucky fetish reason.
Really, it was the only explanation. She didn’t need them for… support, and certainly not for modesty. Bizarre Pokémon anatomy meant that, if she didn’t want her bits around, they wouldn’t be. Ordinary she’d be flat as a pancake down there, and the bright red of the fabric just drew attention to that fact.
Not now though. Now they were anything but empty.
The first thing Hailey felt was heat. Her nerves were always a little deadened, but the warmth was unmistakable. Comfortable, but not sweaty, at least not yet. With the skirt blocking line of sight Hailey could only go by feel.
The thongs material, while quite elastic, was already straining over what it was containing, any tighter and it would have been vacuum sealed to her crotch. Hailey could perfectly trace the outline of her balls, just about the size of a large berry, firm.
It actually made her feel like playing with them a bit. Squeezing, stroking, she wasn’t exactly the most dexterous, but Gem would let her know if she was being too rough right?
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Oh hell, oh fuck, oh holy Arceus was about the sum of Gem’s thoughts right then.
Objectively, it was nothing special. Gem was no blushing virgin, and she wasn’t about to cream her skirt over a little through fabric rubbing.
Subjectively though? She’d essentially given up hope of ever knowing the touch of a Bonded Partner again. So what if Hailey was clumsy, inexperienced, a bit rough with those hands? Gem would have let her pull out a whip if the girl wanted.
But instead of some BDSM (and now Gem was wondering if Hailey could pull off latex) her partner seemed content with gentle, and not so gentle, touches.
For her part, Gem felt like she was hard as an Onyx. The heat was almost unbearable in the stagnant air of the tunnels. She felt almost like she had been Burned but no, it was all internal. The blanket Hailey habitually wore over her legs only made it worse.
She wanted to let the girl have fun exploring her body, she really did, and maybe another day she would have, but Electric types were always a bit impatient and it had been so long.
“Ehehagha!” was what came out instead of an actual request, but it still counted as communication, Hailey’s response almost made her want to gnaw her own ears off though.
She stopped! Her hand just resting on the goods!
“Was that a good sound or a bad sound?” Gem wanted to scream! Good, good! Keep going! Unfortunately, complex and reasoned arguments to continue having her genitals massaged were a bit beyond her right now. Moaning out for more, more, would have to suffice.
Mercifully, the girl obliged. Her hand wandered around. Slowly, too slowly, exploring Gem’s thighs, seemingly intrigued by how firm and swollen her balls were, and of course, they didn’t neglect the shaft.
Gem would be the first to admit that, among the vast multitude of Pokémon, Minun weren’t exactly threatening even the mid-scale for endowment, but it was still more than a handful for Hailey. And when the girl slowly pulled down the thong, her skirt became a tent.
Still, Gem was cognoscente enough to realize the girl was missing something. It took a truly heroic effort, worthy of a Gym badge if there happened to be any Leader around, but she managed to flop her arm over and pull Hailey’s hand off.
A surprised “what are you doing?” was quickly cut off as it became obvious as Gem let her mouth loll open, and her long, sticky tongue emerge.
If you had asked, and she was focused enough to answer, Gem would have told you she was very proud of her oral skills. Big Pokémon and Humans were always shocked at what shorties like her could swallow, but there was more to being a Throat Go-Goat than just depth. Control was the real winners advantage, and Gem was treating Hailey’s left hand to an excellent demonstration.
The electric blue tongue was near magic the way it could wind around, interlacing fingers, reaching even the back of the hand, but the purpose wasn’t to impress Hailey with a display of oral dexterity. That was only a side effect.
The purpose was to positively coat her hand, get it dripping wet.
Gem couldn’t see her face but it was a little concerning when she heard Hailey make a small noise of disgust and confusion, though it was followed swiftly by an “Oh!” as she reached back down. Arceus bless her, the girl was still learning.
All was forgiven the instant the now hot and slick hand touched her once again.
Slow strokes, painfully but wonderfully so, up and down, up and down. Gem positively melted into her partner, going limp as possible. If Hailey didn’t have a hold on her down there she might have started sliding out of the girls lap.
“I’m guessing that feels nice then?” Hailey muttered into her ear. “Don’t really know what I’m doing, we didn’t get any of the actually spicy channels on the hospital TV.
“Doesn’t matter.” Gem could only mumble out. “I’ll teach you how later, just don’t stop, I need this.” And for several minutes, Hailey didn’t. It was the most comfortable Gem could remember being and if she wasn’t totally wired right then she could have fallen asleep.
Still, nothing lasts forever and she wasn’t exactly trying to hang on to her endurance, that was for some other time. More than Hailey’s grip, it was the surge she felt along their bond at that moment that brought her to the edge. She’d remember that, when she could think again.
“Oh? Oh jeez!” was Hailey’s response to the sudden pulsing. Well that, and to reflexively clamp down. If her grip wasn’t so weak it might have been painful. As it was, Gem only found it enhancing the pleasure.
Gem came like she sparked, erratically and all over the place. It was just lucky Hailey had the presence of mind to point it away from them.
White splattered the tunnel wall in dripping, oozing streaks. One, two, three, more, till eventually the Minun tapered off, panting in Hailey’s lap.
For her part Hailey was feeling a mixture of curiosity and something she couldn’t quite identify looking at her hand, damp and sticky. Just when she was wondering how she’d clean it off, Gem pulled it in. Her long blue tongue darted out again, licking away every last drop. All while tilting her head back, just enough to look Hailey in the eye the entire time.
“A good girl always cleans up after herself.” She said, trying for a sultry vibe though it was half mumbled. Hailey just rapped her on the head.
“Since when could you ever be described as good?” A statement that brought a tired cackle from the little electric type. For a moment they just sat in quiet, regaining there breath.
Then a quiet, but curious, voice echoed down the hall.
“Oh! Sorry, were you having some private time down here?”
Gem felt a pulse shoot through the bond and guessed Hailey’s blush had just shot from 0 to 60 in a second.
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Life seemed to be coming back to the tunnels. Very, very chatty life, at least by one example.
Her name was Laterite, or Latty as she told them to call her. Or rather, told Gem.
Latty was a Sandshew, about the same height as Gem but far bulkier, with a good amount of meat on her bones. She was fairly freshly spawned, a fact she freely told, and had lived her entire life in these caves so far, wandering the tunnels, sometimes talking with the other Pokémon, but she was thinking of leaving them soon.
All in all, a strangely talkative ground type.
“Didn’t see any of you lot on the way in, were you all in hiding?” Gem asked, or rather Hailey asked and Gem repeated as they slowly worked their way back. Latty may have been chatty, but even for a Pokémon she had a seemingly incredible ability to forget that Hailey was ever there.
To the Sandshrew, even though she’d been drawn to the pair by the Bond energy they were giving off, Hailey was essentially a non-entity, Gem was a lone friend she’d found… jacking off? It wasn’t clear exactly what she thought had been happening. Still, she was nice enough to show them the way out, so Hailey didn’t feel the need to press the issue. Plus, it gave her time to think.
Firsts kept rolling in. First time by way of reverse possession, first kiss, first handjob delivered in a damp cave right after someone possibly died? It had been a real couple weeks of firsts.
And they’d probably keep coming. Question was, how did she feel about it? The constant instinct was there, and she’d probably never be full freed of it, to brush things off. Yes, Gem, and to a lesser degree so far Pomona, had been very clear they wanted to keep going further with her when she was ready, but the voice asking “but do they really?” would always be there.
Even if it was hard to accept, her partners wanted her for some reason, and she wanted them to, it seemed. Looking at Pokémon as anything other than distantly sexual beings, like Silver on the TV, was a new thing, one that was taking her a bit to open her eyes to.
When they’d first met, sure, she’d seen how Gem would strut, clearly in a provocative way. To her though, she had just been a funny (and later pitiable) little rabbity thing. It was only in the last few days that had really changed. Now, she was looking closer, and Gem was deliberately trying to show off for her.
The Minun was no longer flat chested. Petite yes, but there was a swell there, a curve one could trace with the eye. Her thighs were no longer just noticeable, they were big, juicy one could even say, and Gem loved to flaunt them.
Pomona was a harder read. Despite Bonding at the exact same time as Gem, the Ghost still seemed to be keeping them at something of a distance. Was that on purpose, or were they just missing her signals? Even as Gem had risen as a… noticeable presence in Hailey’s mind, Pomona had stood, or floated, apart.
At least until that night in the tent.
Even if the Ghost hadn’t pulled her out of her own head she still would have been shocked by the sudden appearance of Pomona’s… little balloon. Only it wasn’t so little, in just a few moments she had gone from soft but distant to something else.
Pomona’s arms and legs didn’t just look puffy anymore, like an overstuffed couch. They looked strong, but still soft. And her cock, well that seemed more like an exotic sex toy than a living (undead?) organ. How Gem could handle that thing was beyond her, but she wouldn’t mind seeing it again.
So what would the next step be? Despite the really saucy channels getting scrambled at the hospital, she wasn’t completely clueless. Sure, her Partners seemed happy to fuck each other, but with how Gem had just acted, there was apparently a lot more fun to be had when a human got involved.
So… should she, would she try to get move involved?
Just making out with Gem had left her breathless, literally, so what would trying to give her a blowjob be like? What would it taste like? Would she gag? And then there was the question of… further down.
That was still hard to think about. If it would work, if she would even feel anything, wouldn’t she just be laying there like a limp Magikarp? A lot of very anxiety inducing questions were flying around.
Gem didn’t seem worried though, and Pomona even less so, perhaps too unconcerned even. The Minun was walking ahead, chatting with Latty, who kept trying to talk about different kinds of earth and what they were like to dig through, while Gem tried to steer the conversation back onto what the Sandshrew was planning to do.
It sounded like she was planning to head south, take her first stab at finding a partner, or even just getting some experience in. Hailey would have invited her to join them, she did get them back to the mouth of the cave after all, judging by the growing light, but given she couldn’t keep track of half the party at all?
They wished her well at the entrance. Pomona was still nowhere in sight.