Greg awoke with a soft sigh, a happy sound, lifting a hand, eyes closed, finding Cindyr's neck and stroking it softly, making the vixen arch and murr softly opening her eyes and licking his neck affectionately.

"Mmm...what a way to wake up..." She murmured, nibbling gently at his neck, her tails slithering across his body, gently caressing him through his clothes with their soft strands.

"Ahhhh..." He moaned out contentedly, running his hands down her back.

Nurse Joy must have heard them, because she came down the stairs at that moment, scolding them. "You ruined my lovely sheets!" She said, "And you keep your hands above the waist young man! I'll not have you ruin any more!"

Greg laughed softly and looked up at her, sliding his hand a little lower, making sure that the nurse could see it, her eyes widening as she stalked over and started to shoo them off the bed hurriedly.

Just then, a second Nurse Joy poked her head down the steps and said, "While you're down there, can you get me some bandages? A Zubat has got into a fight with a Crobat..."

Greg and Cindyr just stared, looking from one to the other.

"Ummm..." Greg started, unsure what was going on.

"I left Bill to run the pokecentre in Goldenrod while I came down here on an errand." The Nurse Joy said.

"Errand? I didn't know that Nurse Joy's ran errands..." Greg responded.

"Well, I have experience in tending to fire pokemon, and this centre had a sick Charmander...it was the least I could do to come down and give this Nurse Joy some advice on how to deal with the problem, because liquid-based medicines and such things don't work well on fire pokemon. Their bodies naturally reject the liquid through an alchemical process. Their bodies don't see liquids as different, so it doesn't differentiate between say, water and milk. Their bodies just break down the liquid into its base components, take what it needs, and then gets rid of the rest. So normal medicines are naturally unworkable due to the fire pokemons proclivity to destroy the ingredients as soon as they enter the stomach. The real trick is to introduce the curative elements directly into the blood stream, while not implanting any elements that can't be absorbed into the blood. Your average potion, for example, is completely unsuitable for serious curative affects on a fire pokemon due to the large bulk of non biodegradable matter. You see, the stomach of a pokemon has to break down the elements of the medicine into components that can be absorbed into the blood. A fire pokemons body breaks it down into components that are too simple, almost base elements in and of themselves. So the real trick is to make the potion, and then break it down manually into simpler components before introducing itâ€r1;

"For gods sake woman! Stop prattling on! We've got an injured pokemon on our hands and you're sitting there bending their ears about things they don't understand...get me the damn bandages!" The second Nurse joy shouted down from in the pokecentre main floor.

The talkative Nurse Joy blushed and Cindyr giggled softly as she rushed over to a cupboard and snatched up some bandages, hurrying up the stairs with her face bright red.

Greg and Cindyr followed a few minutes after, after they had both traded some kisses and gentle caresses of course, rising over the stairs to see two Nurse Joy's saying, in stereo, "Thank you! Please come again!" both giving their courteous little curtsies.

Both Greg and Cindyr shook their heads slightly at such a strange sight, before continuing on and settling themselves at a seat, the rest of the gang already eating breakfast.

Nevyda was seated at the next booth, sitting across from Bugsy. She was eating bacon and eggs, while Bugsy had the same, with a piece of toast as an extra.

Hitan was sitting at a booth by himself, eating an apple, somehow keeping his face covered while doing it.

Greg was sitting with his back to Hitan, stretching his feet across under the table to the other seat, being careful not to touch Monty and wake him, as he was curled up on the seat opposite. He leaned backwards, turning his head and asking, "So what exactly happened to you after the slowpoke well?"

"I followed him. That trainer. I followed him for all of two days and then he just disappeared, somewhere near Ecruteak." He replied.

"You made it to Ecruteak and back since the well?" Greg asked, awed.

"I do have a flying pokemon..."

"Well...why did you come back?" He asked, curious,

"I left in such a hurry that I misplaced my Scyther...you didn't happen to find him did you?" He asked. Greg noticed, oddly, that the ninja didn't turn his body when he spoke, he didn't lean towards people. His head was the only thing that moved...maybe it was just a by-product of always remaining still in the shadows.

"Um...about the Scyther..." Greg started.

"Don't tell me you didn't find him?!" He replied, alarmed, making to stand up.

"No!...nothing like that...it's just...Bugsy over there joined our team after we left the well...and he needed a pokemon...he wanted revenge on that trainer...he chose your Scyther...and I think he has become...attached to it..." Greg continued, looking apologetic.

"I have unfinished business with that trainer as well..." Hitan replied, his hand lowering to his sword and he gripped the hilt so hard that his knuckles went white.

He stood suddenly and walked over to Bugsy, sitting down next to him briefly and then standing up, walking back over to the seat and sitting down, leaving the gym leader staring at the Scyther's pokeball with a strange expression on his face.

"What was that about?" Cindyr asked, draping her head over the back of the seat.

"I just gave Bugsy a gift. He cannot attain revenge without the proper tools...I just gave him the tools to complete his objectives." Hitan replied.

Greg wasn't sure, but he was certain that, for a second there, Hitan had been smiling under his mask.

* * *

They set out, again, heading up towards Violet city and, hopefully, Greg's second badge. The trip was rather uneventful, except for a stray Nidoran attacking them. Monty promptly scared it away with a blast of fire from his mouth.

As soon as they got to the town, Greg immediately broke away from the rest of the group and headed straight for the Pokemart, agreeing to meet up with the rest at the pokecentre.

Cindyr followed curiously, wondering what he was doing. She waited outside, as large pokemon in the shop were frowned upon as they had a tendency to knock over objects.

He came back out a few minutes later with a bag full of potions and poke food, and a large red bow, which he immediately fastened to one of Cindyr's tails.

"Now I'll know if it's you." He murmured, and then walked off to the back of one of the nearby houses, and, as soon as they were out of view, kissed her passionately

"Well I couldn't do that while we were walking could I?" Was all he said and then headed for the pokecentre.

* * *

The pokecentre was rather fuller than usual, as there was a group of young trainers hoping to challenge the violet city gym leader, Faulkner, for his badge.

Greg soon found out that when a group of young trainers congregated, and there were one or more rich kids, then a party wasn't far off. And that's exactly what happened, a very loud party.

The whole pokecentre was decked out in silver and black, streamers of fluttering black silk hanging from each light, while the doors were draped with hundreds of the silver streamers, the fluttering of the wind allowing occasional glimpses of moving bodies.

Cindyr and Greg sat at one of the tables that had been set up, idly sipping their drinks, Cindyr obviously having hers in a bowl. She batted playfully at her new red bow with a paw as couple's danced past them, even though they were only on the periphery of the party.

Greg went to get more drinks, stopping for a second to remove a silver and a black streamer from a nearby banister and tying them to a plant near Cindyr so that she could amuse herself by shredding them instead of the lovely bow he had bought her.

The drinks were at a table near the centre of the room, slightly to the right, and to get to it, Greg had to traverse nearly the whole dance floor, which meant weaving through the dancing people, grabbing the drinks, and trying to get back without spilling them all over himself.

He almost made it.

It was only a few metres from Cindyr when he sidestepped a girl who was dancing and stepped right into the path of Nevyda, who was heading for the drinks table he had just vacated.

Both drinks spilled all over them both, saturating the front of Nevyda's shirt and skirt, and sending globules of milk and lemonade over Greg's face.

Greg spluttered, blinking rapidly and apologising as he saw that he had basically ruined Nevyda's beautiful silk blouse and white skirt, and, as soon as his vision cleared, he blushed as he saw, quite clearly, that she wasn't wearing a bra or any panties, the wet clothing clinging to her skin, becoming completely translucent.

Nevyda looked down and immediately let out a little moan, trying vainly to cover herself up with her dainty hands. She cast around for something to cover herself with, and settled on Greg, turning him around and hunkering down behind him, making sure that she was covered and pushing at his lower back, trying to get him to move towards the steps and up to her room. "Move!" She hissed.

He had no choice but to start moving, absently trying to clean the liquids off his clothes while being marched to Nevyda's room.

As soon as they reached the door, she wasted no time in opening the door and pushing him through, shutting it behind her, and then staring down at her sodden clothes. "You ruined my outfit!"

Greg apologised profusely, trying not to stare, even though the sight of her skirt hugging the contours of her inner thighs and the V of the area between her legs was proving a hard thing to avoid.

"I demand that you clean up the mess you made." She said, a peculiar tone to her voice.

He winced and picked up a towel, moving forwards and trying his best to clean her top with his eyes closed.

"Not with the towel...with your tongue." She whispered huskily, slowly lifting her moist shirt and throwing it to the side over a chair.

His eye's widened and he stared at her, completely throw off by what she had said.

"Do you want a written invitation?" She asked sweetly, grabbing him fiercely, surprising him, and pulling him against her damp chest.

After his initial surprise, which he quickly got over, he began to slowly run his tongue across the soft mounds of her breasts, being careful to stay away from her nipples.

Nevyda moaned softly, twinging her fingers through Greg's hair and pulling him forcefully against her chest, arching her back to press her breasts seductively against him.

Greg drew part of one her breasts into his mouth and gently bit, making Nevyda give a soft gasp and tremble against him, pulling him harder against her body as his right hand drifted leisurely up between her legs, lifting her moist skirt with teasing slowness.

But it seemed that Nevyda was quite past wanting to be teased, releasing him and pushing him away slightly, throwing herself on the bed and turning around to face him, lying on her back as she spread her legs for him, tauntingly letting her skirt cover her womanhood, the fabric coming to rest against her lips, clinging to them and revealing everything she had to offer. She giggled at the sensation, motioning him closer with a coy smile.

He pretty much pounced upon her, pressing his mouth against her with an eager passion which she was quick to return, pressing the length of her body against his seductively, her hands quickly working to remove his clothes.

Very soon, he was naked above her, leaning down to slowly draw one of her hard nipples into his mouth, suckling upon it and biting it gently, making her arch and moan again.

Nevyda reached up and threw him off her, shushing him gently with a finger as he reached for her again. "You stay there." She said with a mischievous giggle, slowly straddling him and leaning down to kiss his chest.

Greg could only watch as the sexy girl drew herself off him, getting down on all fours in front of him and teasingly lifting her skirt to reveal her moist entrance to him, running a hand between her legs to play her fingers tauntingly over her lips, slowly parting them as she lifted her rear higher into the air, her middle finger pressing deep into her body at a leisurely pace as a soft gasp escaped her.

She moaned softly again as she pressed another finger deep into her body, starting to slowly work them back and forth in her heated depths.

A soft giggle came from Nevyda as she used her free hand to drop her skirt back down to cover her modesty, her movements becoming faster, her fingers occasionally catching the bottom of her skirt and lifting it to reveal a glimpse of swollen pink flesh, just slightly slickened by her feminine fluids.

Nevyda giggled again and rolled onto her back, lifting and spreading her legs, smiling at him mischievously and pressing her fingers deep into her body, once again only giving him glimpses of her slick flesh. As she drew her fingers from her depths, shining with liquid, he got a perfect, if glancing look at her wet lips, until she once again buried her fingers inside herself, cutting off his view.

She sat up, letting her skirt cover herself again as her fingers attained a new level of frenzied speed, her moans coming to her with every thrust of her fingers, a rosy blush appearing on her cheeks and neck as she arched her back, her skirt almost lifting high enough, but not quite.

Long, loud moans began to echo from within her body as she started to move her hips, meeting each thrust of her fingers with a powerful humping motion, pushing her fingers even deeper into her depths and also lifting her skirt, giving Greg glances of the digits buried in her swollen flesh, her pink lips spread wide as they thrust into her needy entrance.

Nevyda let out a loud yell, almost a scream as she buried her finger within her needy depths frenziedly, lifting her hips into the motions as her lips rippled around them, hot fluids streaming from around them as her self-induced orgasm crashed down upon her body, dumping her on the bed as she writhed in bliss.

She giggled softly, drawing her fingers free and slowly caressing her inner thighs, spreading her legs wide to reveal to him her slickened entrance.

He reached for her, but she once again stopped him, giggling innocently and pushing him gently onto his back, straddling his hips and running her hand down her belly seductively, before wrapping both of her hands around his erection, stroking it affectionately.

Greg gasped softly and arched his back, Nevyda having to hold onto him rather firmly to keep from being bucked off. She waited until her had settled before starting to slowly pump at his cock with her dainty little hands, kneading firmly at the tip before lifting her skirt and slowly running the head of his cock along her soft, wet lips, pressing him inside her a little before pulling him out again, once more massaging the tip, making him close his eyes with bliss.

Nevyda gave a long, soft murmur of anticipation, almost a purr, as she rubbed the head of his throbbing erection across her clit, slickening it, before settling it at the right position, placing her hands on his shoulders for balance and rocking herself back and forth slowly, only letting him inside her a little before lifting herself again, and doing it again, and again, and again, until he was burning with a lust so great that he couldn't think clearly.

He quickly grabbed her wrists and pulled her down atop him, the girl sliding easily down the length of his hard penis, making him give a long moan of pleasure and her to give one of feigned alarm, gasping as if with surprise and leaning down to kiss him passionately.

"Oh you naughty boy!" She whispered, slowly working her hips to move him the smallest amount possible within her, arousing him to no end but bringing him no closer to release.

"God!" He gasped out, exasperated, "Stop teasing! Just give it to me!"

Nevyda gasped with surprise, feigned, and placed a hand on his shoulder to balance, lifting her hips so that he was withdrawn from her body, kneading once more at the tip, sending him absolutely wild, before she lined him up again, and thrust herself down upon him.

She leaned forwards, he long black hair falling down over one side of her face as she rocked her hips furiously, slamming back against him, humping his hard cock into her soft depths, giggles spilling from her mouth like the liquids spilling from her cunt as she pressed his hard cock deep into her body with her eyes closed in delight.

After such skilled teasing, Greg could already feel himself climaxing, resting his hands on her hips to press her back against his cock firmly, forcing his length as deep inside her as possible, arching his back as he started to cum.

Nevyda gave a loud gasp and then an ear-splitting scream, unheard by anyone but the two in the room due to the loud music, as her cunt suddenly tightened on him, suckling at his hard, throbbing cock as glorious orgasm spiralled up form within her body.

Greg pressed her own upon him as hard as he could as he thrust upwards, spearing his cock deep into her body as it throbbed, and then he came hard, spilling thick spurts of his creamy cum into her depths, flooding her womb, coating her insides with his hot semen, pumping her throbbing cunt full of his milky seed.

She fell down on top of him, gasping and writhing with contention, loving the feel of his hard cock so deep inside her, his liquids overflowing her cunt.

He lay under her, gently running his hands over her bare shoulders and stroking her hair affectionately, clearing his throat and tentatively asking, "um...why?" He had intended to ask something different, but the words wouldn't come to him, but she got the gist of it.

She giggled softly, and kissed his neck, working her hips slightly to make him move delightfully inside her body. "I did kind of jump you didn't I?" She asked, giving another of her utterly cute little giggles, "I was been thinking of a way to get you into bed since I first saw you...and then tonight, it was like a dream come true." She sighed contentedly.

Greg didn't say anything, but he shook his head slightly, wondering if he had heard her correctly.

"Silly you." She said sweetly, tracing his chin with a long finger, "You men always think you are the only sex capable of sexually predatorily actions." She giggled again.

"It's just...you're...you're the hottest girl I've ever seen and you just jump me like that..." He replied, nervous.

She giggled again and reached down besides the bed, pulling up a bottle of lemonade and pouring two glasses, sitting up on his chest and starting to move slowly again, grinding against him as she handed him the drink, sipping hers and laying a hand on his chest for balance as she made a toast, "Well here's to getting jumped! And let's hope you get jumped again a lot more often!" She said this with a sly smile and an innocent giggle, setting her glass off to the side and rocking her hips back and forth, sighing happily a the sensation of his slowly softening cock sliding within her body.

"Mmm...You really should go. You left your pokemon in the party, who knows what could have happened to her by now." She said, before slowly drawing herself off him and patting his chest affectionately.

Greg leapt from the bed, throwing on his clothes and rushing downstairs, looking around frantically for Cindyr, dreading what would happen when she found out what he had just done.

He spotted her, still sitting at the same seat, but she had moved slightly. She was lying face-to-face with Monty, who was now awake. From where he was standing, Greg had a perfect view of Monty's back, and Cindyr had only to lift her eyes to see him, which she did, giving him a long, icy stare, before leaning down and kissing Monty passionately.

Greg let out a strangled cry of pain, turned, and fled upstairs to his room, throwing himself onto his bed and sobbing into his pillow.

* * *

When he awoke, it was to find that the party was well and truly over, a sleepy silence descended on the pokecentre. He had forgotten what had happened the night before, but, to remind him was a gift from Cindyr sitting on his pillow. Shredded beyond recognition, ribbons of silk splayed over his pillow, was her red bow.