Sabrina stared up at the stony-faced woman before her.

Sabrina glared right back.

"I'd forgotten just how tall you really are."

"Were," corrected Sabrina with only the slightest incline of her head, not taking her eyes off of...herself. At which, Erika hid a girlish giggle behind one hand.

"The boots really do add quite a lot, don't they?" The brunette seemed truly fascinated by the sight of them together, side by side almost. The contrast between the tall, dark, imposing figure on one side with her perfectly trimmed flowing greenish-black locks and her feminine yet handsome uniform of red and black; and on the other hand, the more brash and overstated young woman in eye-catching maroon tank-top and dangerously low slung leathers, her hair a fashionably rebellious mess, her opal eyes twinkling with emotion.

"You can't be serious," said Sabrina. Sabrina nary batted an eyelid at the outburst. "There's no way I'd go right back to the same old me."

"Some fashions linger for a reason, my dear," Erika explained with a brilliant smile, twirling her finger in the air imperiously. "Not that I can't say I enjoyed those trousers you used to wear. They were quite daring, weren't they?"

Sabrina blushed twice. While the younger floundered for words, the elder took her companion by the hand and gave the brunette woman a rather stern look. Well, as stern as Sabrina ever seemed to get. That is to say, as much as Sabrina ever really SHOWED her feelings.

"Please don't play with people, love," she chided in an even, measured voice with just a touch or mirth. "Especially people who happen to be me."

"Oh, but it's just so tempting! Look at you," Erika replied with a gesture toward the younger woman, who looked mighty confused by now. "You used to be so easily flustered. Now I have to take your skirt off to get you to blush."

"I always knew you were a perverted one, Erika."

The older Sabrina laughed, which seemed to catch everyone off guard, and put her arm around her partner's waist.

"I had no idea just how perverted you could be, though. My sweet nightflower."

This time, it was Erika's turn to blush. Not that the younger Sabrina wasn't doing her part too, and trying to avert her gaze from a suddenly rather intimate encounter.

"I'm not sure it's wise to be exposing you to such things so young, dear," retorted Erika, placing a hand on her lover's chest as if to put some distance between them. A sentiment that was completely wasted when Sabrina took her wrist and pulled the brunette even closer to her, till her lips almost touched Erika's nose.

"Looking back on that...phase...of my life, I think I could do with a little of Celadon's fine nectar, don't you? It might do me a world of good."

Erika suddenly found herself betwixt the two women, almost nose-to-nose with the younger incarnation whilst the elder spooned her from behind. Before she knew what was what, two pairs of arms were twined about her, and it was becoming difficult to remember whose was which. The slight flush beneath her eyes rapidly blossomed across her cheeks, and even began creeping its way up to her forehead.

"I may have been a timid, uneasy little girl in a woman's body, back then," said Sabrina in her ear, lips caressing the delicate coral-pink flesh.

"But that doesn't mean my feelings for you have changed," finished Sabrina, peering intently into the grey-green eyes of the captive trainer. "I always did think you were..."

"The most exquisite flower of all?"

"The crowning centrepiece of this most ostentatious garden."

"The most captivating blossom of Celadon valley."

"In other words?" Erika tried not to tremble in the arms of her lover, both of her, but one pair of hands gliding across the roundness of her hips as the other pair delved into the folds of her kimono was a bit much to handle, even for her.

"Beautiful," replied two voices in unison.

The echo reverberated in her mind, a quiet trickle of emotions leaking in from behind and ahead both at once. Erika let the sensation of having feelings not her own drifting through her head, and delighted in finding the subtle disparity between them; the very slightly flustered, uncertain, adventurous taste of one against the more sly and confident shade of the other reflected two startlingly different sides of the same mind.

Just as each touched the brunette's mind in such slightly different ways, each of the twinned women had a particular way with their hands. Sabrina was as slow and tender lover in the then as she had become in the now, but the younger's careful fondling bore a certain unsteady, curious quality where the elder possessed a more deliberate, leisurely care. Erika found herself able to focus on this for barely more than a minute, her attention duly drawn to more prudent matters when the hands upon her front at last freed her from the silken embrace of her kimono and her breasts, not at all insubstantial, were revealed for the first time to the very one who had seen the most of them.

However she sought to maintain her composure, Erika was barely able to stay conscious when those tender young lips touched the rosy flesh of her nipple for the first time. No amount of mental stimulation, the thrilling experience of having her love diving into her mind during their sexual tirades, could have prepared her for the sheer intensity of this new duplicate assault on her inner senses. Her voice had failed her completely long ago, and the brunette was well and truly at the mercy of her lover, and her lover's twin, without a hope of escape.

"I've never had a lover before." Sabrina's voice seemed to be coming from everywhere at once, if Erika had even cared to find out which of the two had spoken.

"But to the depths of my soul, I'm glad I married you."

"I certainly am."

One of them kissed her. From the abrupt way their lips met, and the uncertain flicking of a familiar tongue against her upper lip, Erika might have guessed it was the younger. The warmth of her face had made its way down to her chest by now, causing a pinkish flush across the tops of her breasts that Sabrina would probably find very pretty indeed.

"I don't know if this is such a good idea," Erika finally managed to say, gasping for the breath that had been stolen from her by that rather awkward yet incredible kiss. "I'm not sure I could keep both of you. Not if you're going to be like this..."

"Like this?" Sabrina's laugh was every bit as girlishly sweet as it had always been, from the former and the latter in equal measure.

"We've only just begun, my darling rose."

Bold and inquisitive on one side, confident and passionate on the other, Erika found herself trapped between the two women as they stripped her kimono to her knees, leaving her completely defenceless to their twofold assault. A single breathless sigh signalled the last resistance she could muster, and Erika let herself be swept up in the growing storm of emotions, riding the wave of fervent arousal that surged back and forth between her two lovers.

Hands upon the naked skin of her belly, fingertips danced across her flesh as if playing the chords of her arousal, stimulating every tiny part of her to further frustration. Fluttering kisses on her breast, following an imaginary line from the nape of her neck to the shapely hollow of her navel, whereupon a tongue that seemed to know the map of her body down to the finest detail teased a symphony of helpless delight from her lungs. Erika barely knew how to keep her feet beneath her as two equal talents went to work upon her helpless body, one kissing down the arching curve of her spine while the other teased the sensitive mound above her sex. Suddenly, without any sufficient warning, two writhing tongues found themselves between Erika's trembling thighs, bathing the most succulent of all the brunette's treasures in a decadent pulsing of scalding flesh and drooling obscenity.

Literally afloat upon her lover's powers, Erika let her senses go and shuddered bodily to one orgasm that plunged headlong into the next, and the next, leaving her too overwhelmed by the situation to do much of anything but wail. As the two women sandwiching her between themselves found ever more vulnerable parts of her to ravage, the symphony of ardent passion overtook all else, leaving Erika drowning in the endless sea of her own raging orgasm.

Sometime between Erika's seventeenth explosive, screaming climax and her rather uncharacteristic drooling, Sabrina the younger paused in her eager learning and addressed her elder tutor with wavering self-confidence.

"Are you sure this isn't going to cause some sort of causality loop or something?"

"No, but isn't she just divine when she screams like that?"

"I'm going to grow up into an absolute pervert. I don't know how to feel about that."

"Don't worry. You'll learn to enjoy it."

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away.

"Well? What do you think?"

Mew gave the incredibly smug-looking forest spirit a glare that could strip paint.

"Not that I don't approve, but Arceus is going to kill us both."

And then he did.