The Contest of Lilycove
Asterisks denote thoughts
Blair and Zoë
Registration
"In the town of Lilycove, hundreds of trainers flock there once a week to experience the amazing spectacle of Pokemon Contests. There are five competitions held each week for the five different contests: Cool, Cute, Tough, Beauty, and Smart. The atmosphere is very tense here as this is the final qualifier for the Grand Festival. Many of the trainers enter feeling very confident of their pokemon's abilities. After all, Cool Trainer Mark Tender all the way from Cerulean City had to say. 'My Vaporeon surpasses the beauty of all your pokemon by bounds. No one even stands a chance.' It is a lot of tough talk out here today, how many of these trainers will actually move on to the grand festival by the end of the day? No one knows, but we can sit back and watch this dazzling display of action. Back to..." (click!) The human switched off the television and stretched himself out before looking at his drowsy pokemon. His name was Hector and his pokemon's name was Zoë.
"You ready, Zoë?" said the human. "I am falling asleep from all these talks on the contests. Let's do this thing and move on to the Grand Festival." Zoë stood up from her perch on the couch. She was a marshtomp, born and raised in Forttree City, a very quiet town in the mountains. She had moved through the ranks without any such problems, but this time, she felt anxious because her competition was different from before. *I really wish I didn't have to do this contest in this city with so much competition...* she thought as the blue amphibian made her way to the door where her trainer stood. He gave her a yellow bow. "There, now you are all pretty and ready to go for the prelims."
The hustle and bustle of Lilycove made it difficult to traverse the town. Zoë kept close to her trainer as she wasn't used to so many different people and pokemon walking about. Until recently, this event had only been nationwide, but now it even included people from the other countries like Johto and Kanto. "Zoë, keep up, we can't get stuck out here or we will be stuck in a long line..." They looked ahead and saw tons of people in the registration line, itching to sign in. "Great day to be tardy..." He crouched down to his marshtomp who seemed a bit lost in the confusion of people. "Zoë, don't worry about it. The volume of people will die down. Granted, they were loud last night and they will be loud for a few more days. But then we get to go back home." The marshtomp clung to him a bit. Since they hadn't really traveled before in large busy cities, Zoë was not one for liking crowds. In Slateport, he lost her for hours. Eventually he found he in the area behind the shipyard covered in nasty substances and bruised.
Soon, a lady came out to address the trainers in the line. "In order to get a better estimate of the amount of trainers registering, please have all your pokemon go to the lounge facility. "Oh no...anything but that. There are too many pokemon there and what if..." thought Zoë before her own trainer took her there. "Hang tight, Zoë." She sighed and walked in. *I wish Hector could read minds, then he wouldn't do stuff like this.*
Elsewhere in the mess of people and pokemon, a green-haired girl dashed around people trying to get in line for the contest. On her back was her kirlia by the name of Blair. The two came on a late flight from Kanto here they lived. "This city is a freaking maze. Pokemon are everywhere." Blair looked around and smiled. "Just like our hometown..." he said to her psychically. These two were from the land of Olivine City in the nation of Johto. They were high ranked pokemon coordinators over there but this was a whole new ballgame. "Crap, the line is so long...will we be able to make it into this competition." Blair pointed at an official who was coming their way. "He might kick us out of line," said the Kirlia on her back.
"Miss, you are a lucky person indeed, you are the last contestant that will be allowed to enter," said the man. "As for the people behind this girl, we are sorry to inform you that you will not be able to participate." The sounds of grumbling people could be heard behind her as the line behind her dispersed in a thunder of footsteps. "Whew, I am glad I ran here now," smiled the trainer. "Go to the Pokemon waiting area. I'll be there after I register." Blair nodded and hopped off her back in a very graceful manner. *See you soon, Karen* thought the kirlia. *But this line stretches back almost a kilometer. It will take me forever to reach the lobby.*
The Lobby
Zoë stayed in one corner of the lobby looking at all the other pokemon interacting with each other. *Why can't I just walk into the crowd? They can't hurt me here. They are only contest pokemon.* She whimpered as she struggled to take the first step towards the crowd. Not far from her were two other pokemon. They stared at her intently. "Damn she is fine," said the smaller of the two, a Wartortle smiled as he looked at her. "Maybe I can get her face down, ass up, ya know what I am sayin', Rico." The pokemon next to him, a Croconaw rolled his eyes. "Man you couldn't score on a whore, Reese, much less a shy beauty as herself. Now let's introduce ourselves to this fresh piece." Zoë was still trying to move towards the crowd debating the risks and the benefits when the one of the two water types approached her.
"Why hello there, Miss. You look fine this afternoon," said the wartortle. The turtle turned around to see that his partner was nowhere to be found. He began to sweat when Zoë looked in his face. The wartortle seemed shyer than her and wanted to join her in the corner. "I think it would be good if we went into the crowd...it's cold and lonely here," said Reese, unsure of his statement. Zoë felt compelled, regardless of his shakiness, to join him as he was the first person to actually call out to her. She felt a tad bit too comfortable with the water type holding her hands. When they entered the crowd, she felt alive with energy as she saw pokemon playing around, hooking up, and trading things with each other. That comfort didn't last long as she felt a blow to the head. As the shadow of unconsciousness settled over her body, she could hear Reese and another male arguing.
The two male water types began to carry away the marshtomp after binding her. They passed by Blair as he was entering the lobby. He saw them carrying the marshtomp and took a quick look into their mind. *She is out cold from a blow to the head, and the croconaw has something devious planned.* He proceeded to follow the water types, curious as to what they were going to do. Blair took to ghosting them, following them down to the hidden cove. "Set her down here, we need to decide who gets what," he overheard them say. *Wait, are they planning to rape her? I can't allow that.*
Zoë woke up to a harsh slap across her face that stung long after she woke up. Her vision was still blurry from the blow to the head. All she could see was two blue figures with pink streaks going from the groin and floating in the air. "No, please don't do that, I'll leave you guys in peace. Please just leave me alone." She tried to stand up but her feet were bound together. Rico pressed his claw into her head applying pressure on her skull, making her shout in pain in hopes of someone hearing her. "I go first Reese; I want a chance to fuck her before she loosens up. Besides, you didn't reel her in." What the croconaw was expecting was the complaints of his wartortle partner-in-crime but what he heard was silence. He turned around and saw Reese lying down on the ground apparently knocked out. "Figures he would lie down on the job," said the croconaw.
Rico didn't really care and pushed himself into her cunt forcefully. "Holy crap, you aren't a virgin, and yet you feel so good. I am going to enjoy your tight cunt." While the beast was plowing his way into her, she was crying softly to herself wishing she hadn't left the corner, trying to mentally space herself from what was happening to her body. Her lips were spread apart by this three inch wide, six-inch long cock. She felt more alone than ever as no one seemed to respond to her shouts. Anytime some stranger ran into her, only bad things came out of it, just like last time. "Please, it hurts so much." Rico kept pumping into her, shoving his entire length in and out, ignoring the soft flesh and ravaging her sacred tunnels with the awful stretching. She fell into a haze of tears and pain as she felt his climax approaching. It seemed it would be a repeat of Slateport.
However, she no longer felt the thrusting and saw the Croconaw slumped over on his back. "Huh? What is going on?" she said, only semi-conscious. "Hello there. I finished these two pokemon off. No one should ever be forced to submit to cruel behavior like rape and torture as you have." She sprung up to her feet. What she saw were the two pokemon, their faces frozen in an expression of horror, with stiffened bodies and her Good Samaritan, a kirlia, sitting on a bench. "Th...Thank you for saving me...uh." Zoë had mixed feelings of fear, humiliation, and utter confusion. "Please be calm. My name is Blair. I'm sorry for the distress I caused you." Blair curtsied as many kirlia did as. "What is your name?"
"My name is Zoë...Once again, I really appreciate you saving me today, but I have to get back to the lobby or I will get into trouble." Blair smiled and held her paw. "Well, Zoë, let's head back then for I also am in the competition. With a flash of light, they returned back to the lobby back to that corner she started off in, Blair nowhere to be found. *Was that all a dream?* she thought to herself as she sat back in the corner, rubbing her abused pussy. "It wasn't a dream, Zoë. I just went to get something for us to eat." She looked up and saw the kirlia looking at her warmly while offering her some iced tea. Zoë smiled and gratefully accepted the iced tea, thankful that she had just found a friend.
Soon, Hector came to pick her up. She ran to her trainer and hugged him. "Did you have fun here? I'm so sorry I forgot you don't like big crowds." He glanced back and saw the kirlia standing there sipping on iced tea. "Did you make a new friend?" Zoë hopped down and brought Blair over. He immediately curtsied. "Well, this kirlia is a very nice pokemon. It is well-raised, polite, a vibrant green color and appeals to me as intelligent. Well, see you later." With that Hector and Zoë left the lobby to rest and train up for their primary was in two days.
Preliminary Power
"Now introducing Hector and his very beautiful Marshtomp, Zoë!" The crowds applauded as they took the field. "Alright Zoë, it is time for the water magic routine. Be careful with the last part of it, ok?" Zoë nodded and proceeded to create eight little rain clouds in octagonal formation. "Alright, now for the water cycle trick," said Hector, very pleased with her technique. She focused her energy and shot a thin, streamlined hydropump into the first cloud and from there, it created many water patterns as it went from cloud to cloud such as a stop sign, a staryu, and a rotating square. The crowd enjoyed the display of artistic ability as did the judges.
"Great job so far Zoë, but now it is time to finish the show because we are almost running over the time limit. Alright, use Hidden Power." Zoë froze a bit at the command. *I just learned it...* she looked into the crowd quickly and saw the familiar form of Blair in the audience in his trainer's lap. *Oh no, he is here, too. I better not screw this up.* Blair could almost hear her thoughts as it screamed out into the audience. *She's getting nervous...* thought Blair looking at her beginning to tremble. He shook his trainer's arm in an almost childish manner. *I don't want her to lose in the preliminaries*
Onstage, Hector started to resemble his pokemon, turning pale as he got nervous waiting for Zoë to try hidden power. "Please just do it Zoë so we can get off stage." Zoë took a deep breath and launched her hidden power. Soon, the little clouds meshed into a large thundercloud. Clapping shattered the deadly quiet of the crowd. Two sets of hands that Zoë and Hector could recognize as the kirlia and the trainer. Soon that clapping grew thunderous as the other members of the auditorium responded well to the miniature thunderstorm Zoë created. The marshtomp sighed and dissipated the cloud and bowed.
"You had me worried there for a bit Zoë. I told you that you could do it," said Hector crouching to hug his marshtomp. She smiled and turned around to see Blair and his trainer standing there. "Say Blair, your friend is pretty good." Hector looked at the girl then at Blair. "I was wondering what excellent trainer raised her." The other three started to cough a bit.
"My name is Karen and He is Blair. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"He he, I'm so sorry about that gender mix-up. I am Hector and she is Zoë."
As the trainers got to know each other better, Zoë and Blair went out to the beach again. "I saw that you were having trouble believing your hidden power...do you need any help?" the kirlia innocently asked. "Sure, any practice will help." Blair smiled and sent out his hidden power. He created a double helix pattern in the air swirling it around his body before scattering the orbs across the sand. "That...was...amazing. I wish I could do something like that," said Zoë.
"Actually, I found what you did more impressive and more beautiful, plus you look beautiful doing it." That last comment came out by accident. Zoë looked at the now sweating kirlia charmed that he thought she was beautiful. "Hey, I'm happy you think what I did was beautiful. There is no need to fret over it." They played with their hidden power techniques until their trainers came looking for them. Together, they created patterns of things they saw of the beach like a sailboat on a backdrop of little white clouds and wingulls. The time they spent together was cut short though as the call for Blair's prelim exhibition was announced. "Tomorrow, get your trainer to come to the Art Gallery. There is a picture you have to see before you perform." Zoë smiled and hugged her friend before running to find her trainer. "Good luck, we will be in the stands cheering you on."
Blair and Karen walked up onstage against the backdrop of cheers from their devoted fans of Johto. *Alright Blair. We will do the mental picture routine* Blair nodded and proceeded to create several small panels of reflects and combined them into a prism. Then he created his hidden power and launched it into the prism, creating a flash of vibrant orange light before the prism fell apart. The heat from the shattering bugged Blair a bit as it made t tough to quickly react to finish the trick. He used his psychic to rearrange the pieces of the prism into an octagon, incidentally not the shape he was supposed to make.
*Blair...that was supposed to be a hexagon...you need to think of an image in five seconds* Blair couldn't afford to mess up the work he had put in only to fail in the prelims. Blair thought for a second with what little his mind could concentrate on without breaking his hold on the heated reflects. The picture he chose happened to be what was on his mind was Zoë. It was her face that reflected in the heat of the reflect shield. The Kirlian photo made some people in the audience giggle as the team's time ran up. "All I can think about at that time was the cute, shy Zoë." His trainer was taking this surprisingly well, at least for her usual. "Heh, I have love on my mind..."
Sightseeing
Zoë and Blair walked around the city, navigating through the herd of people going about their daily lives on their way to the museum with their trainers close behind. The happy marshtomp had gained more confidence since she became friends with Blair. He was also feeling quite comfortable with her, even showing bits of affection with her. Of course their trainers were busy with their own budding relationship to not notice the two go past the front door, not waiting for their trainers to catch up with them.
"You are so lucky they didn't dock you as much as they could have; otherwise you wouldn't be joining me in the finals," said Zoë, continuing the conversation they were having on the way there. Blair smiled and sent a small hidden power to tap her butt lightly. "Watch yourself!" she said in a playfully angry tone. Finally, they came upon the section for contests. "This is the exhibit you really need to see. The guy's name is Daizi Ichijoichi and his artwork is simply magnificent. Each of the frames is color-coded to match the contest they came from: yellow for tough, red for cool, pink for cute, green for smart, and blue for beauty." The two spent their time looking at pictures previous Master Cup Champions posted on the wall. There were five for every year for each of the five competitions. Some of the paintings were of world-famous pokemon she had heard about in her youth. "Maybe we will join these greats on the wall someday." He pointed over at the beauty contest wall and pointed out pictures of a feraligatr, a milotic, and a wartortle for the recent year that looked vaguely familiar. *It looks like that...* she thought to herself as her thoughts started to fill with rage. Blair could sense her building worry and ran to her side to calm her down. *Please don't do anything out of anger, Zoë* he said in a thought wave. She calmed down and walked with Blair to the exit and to the harbor, sea-faring pokemon hangout.
There was one wartortle sitting there on the docks looking out to sea. He looked quite sad as if he had lost something. His tear-filled eyes glistened in the sky like the ocean that shimmered in the light of the setting sun. "Oh...Rico...I should have stopped you back in the lobby instead of following your lead..." Blair and Zoë slowly approached the mourning pokemon, recognizing him as Reese the wartortle from the picture and from the rape on registration day. Suddenly, the wartortle spun around and peered at the two, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Why are you two here?" he muttered under his breath. Zoë was the first to respond with a tone of anger. "Are you that much of coward to pull someone like me out of the corner only to rape me and not prevent your friend from hurting me like that? I have half of mind to pus h you into the ocean." Blair pulled her back ineffectively as he was not as strong as her. It seemed her timid nature was being overruled by anger. However the wartortle just bowed his head instead of fighting back. The marshtomp stopped her raging and looked into the eyes of Reese. Blair put his hand on Zoë's shoulder. "Let's just leave him...he is suffering on the inside. I assume he will leave this city with his trainer soon and will carry this burden of guilt for years to come." With that, the two left Reese in his drudgery to head to the Cove Lily to meet up with their trainers.
They walked for about five minutes in silence reflecting on Reese and his state before resuming conversation. "So I was on your mind yesterday? That is so awesome," said the excited marshtomp. Her companion just stared at her the entire time they were walking. *My...why do I have her on my mind even now? I can't get enough of her presence. I feel like spending every waking moment with her now.* His eyes wandered from her face to the rest of her body, places he hadn't taken time to appreciate as he was absorbed by her personality. Zoë noticed his eyes were wandering and didn't say a word. In the back of her mind, she was waiting for him to do that. His eyes were fixed on the cute hew of her behind and its fluid motions as she walked. Her giggle brought him back to reality. Zoë was blushing and was struggling to keep her eyes up.
"Wait, what are you laughing...oh..." The kirlia blushed furiously as he turned himself away from Zoë. "I guess that is how a kirlia's hard-on looks like," said Zoë half-smiling, half-laughing. His rose-color member dangled in the air, stimulated by the awkwardness of the situation, the image of Zoë in his mind, and the light land breeze. Before he got to respond, she took it in her hand and began stroking the silky smooth cock in her moist paws. "Wait, don't...wait...it feels good...but...are you..." Zoë put a finger over his lips, smiling mischievously. "It's ok, I was planning on doing this to you and I am sure you felt the same." The kirlia was too wrapped in the pleasure of her touch to respond. She sunk her head to the level of his pulsing member, giving a few licks to its underside and bobbing her head on it slowly, yearning for it to be in her. She felt so hot inside and a wanting urge for it, but she continued to lick and suck gently at his cock in different places, waiting for him become more comfortable with the situation. Of course they were on a public beach, giving a show to moonlighting sea pokemon. Blair shuddered in pleasure from the moist marshtomp tongue, wanting her to continue. Zoë felt him relax and stopped sucking him off to look into his eyes. "Ooo... please don't stop..." The rosy member throbbed in the air, just aching for her snatch.
He sat down on the sands of the ocean as he looked into the marshtomp's eyes, wanting her more that ever. She leaned into his crotch, kissing the head. Soon, she was deep-throating his 5 inch member, enjoying the sweet taste of precum in her mouth. His eyes were rolled back moaning at the sensational job that Zoë was doing. "If you think that is good, just wait till I do this." She smiled mischievously and took in his entire length and filled her mouth with water. He was wondering what she was trying to do until he felt vacuum suction around his member as the water was sucked back down. It felt strangely arousing to the kirlia, so much that he could have blown his load if he wasn't concentrating on keeping his orgasm at bay. As she continued her experimental treatment, Blair trembled more and more as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through his mind. *I am going to blow without pleasuring her. I must start doing something to her.* His hand subconsciously migrated to her clit that naturally moist and exposed as she was turned on by her own actions and began to tease and lightly squeeze it at the same rate the water rushed past his cock. Zoë moaned softly as her rhythm by the pleasure in her nether regions. They continued this foreplay for almost five minutes before they pulled away from each other panting.
They didn't even need to say a word; they wanted each other. No more pregaming. Blair moved up to Zoë and pressed his member between her legs, parting her lips. The pair moaned simultaneously at the tenderness of the insertion. It was Zoë's first time it was consensual and certainly didn't want it to end. The kirlia slowly established a rhythm, straddling her body in the missionary position. He locked paws with her and started pumping faster, eliciting moans from his lover. She took a passive role in this lovemaking, only squeezing down on his cock, drawing out some more precum. Her naturally moist tunnel allowed Blair maximum pleasure with less friction. They gazed into each other's eyes lovingly, nuzzling in the throes of their ecstasy. Her vagina started to draw his penis deep into her moist cunny. Her clitoris was very hard thanks in part to the slapping of the kirlian balls on it. The zealous Blair thrust faster into her vagina, felling his own peak coming, his member grazing her spot every time he withdrew. Their orgasm struck suddenly, threatening to send them from the realm of the conscious as Blair's cum blasted forth into the marshtomp as her liquids poured forth from her wonderful cunny and disappeared into the sand below.
Blair rolled off of his friend, panting from the physical exertion and the haze of orgasm. In the back of his mind, he knew that it was quite possible they wouldn't see each other for a while if they both didn't win the competition. *Zoë, let's promise to be friends forever and see each other again someday* Zoë nodded. She kissed him on the cheek and stood up ready to go. *We will be friends and I am sure we will meet up sooner than you think." The two walked off the beach and headed to the Cove Lily for the last night of fun before the finals began.
In that art gallery, there were two new portraits added: one with a kirlia creating an image of Zoë lying down on the beach and one a marshtomp creating a cloud formation with her rain dance in the form of Blair with a scarf around his neck. The two pictures were displayed next to each other with the singular title of "Blair and Zoë."
Blair and Zoë
Registration
"In the town of Lilycove, hundreds of trainers flock there once a week to experience the amazing spectacle of Pokemon Contests. There are five competitions held each week for the five different contests: Cool, Cute, Tough, Beauty, and Smart. The atmosphere is very tense here as this is the final qualifier for the Grand Festival. Many of the trainers enter feeling very confident of their pokemon's abilities. After all, Cool Trainer Mark Tender all the way from Cerulean City had to say. 'My Vaporeon surpasses the beauty of all your pokemon by bounds. No one even stands a chance.' It is a lot of tough talk out here today, how many of these trainers will actually move on to the grand festival by the end of the day? No one knows, but we can sit back and watch this dazzling display of action. Back to..." (click!) The human switched off the television and stretched himself out before looking at his drowsy pokemon. His name was Hector and his pokemon's name was Zoë.
"You ready, Zoë?" said the human. "I am falling asleep from all these talks on the contests. Let's do this thing and move on to the Grand Festival." Zoë stood up from her perch on the couch. She was a marshtomp, born and raised in Forttree City, a very quiet town in the mountains. She had moved through the ranks without any such problems, but this time, she felt anxious because her competition was different from before. *I really wish I didn't have to do this contest in this city with so much competition...* she thought as the blue amphibian made her way to the door where her trainer stood. He gave her a yellow bow. "There, now you are all pretty and ready to go for the prelims."
The hustle and bustle of Lilycove made it difficult to traverse the town. Zoë kept close to her trainer as she wasn't used to so many different people and pokemon walking about. Until recently, this event had only been nationwide, but now it even included people from the other countries like Johto and Kanto. "Zoë, keep up, we can't get stuck out here or we will be stuck in a long line..." They looked ahead and saw tons of people in the registration line, itching to sign in. "Great day to be tardy..." He crouched down to his marshtomp who seemed a bit lost in the confusion of people. "Zoë, don't worry about it. The volume of people will die down. Granted, they were loud last night and they will be loud for a few more days. But then we get to go back home." The marshtomp clung to him a bit. Since they hadn't really traveled before in large busy cities, Zoë was not one for liking crowds. In Slateport, he lost her for hours. Eventually he found he in the area behind the shipyard covered in nasty substances and bruised.
Soon, a lady came out to address the trainers in the line. "In order to get a better estimate of the amount of trainers registering, please have all your pokemon go to the lounge facility. "Oh no...anything but that. There are too many pokemon there and what if..." thought Zoë before her own trainer took her there. "Hang tight, Zoë." She sighed and walked in. *I wish Hector could read minds, then he wouldn't do stuff like this.*
Elsewhere in the mess of people and pokemon, a green-haired girl dashed around people trying to get in line for the contest. On her back was her kirlia by the name of Blair. The two came on a late flight from Kanto here they lived. "This city is a freaking maze. Pokemon are everywhere." Blair looked around and smiled. "Just like our hometown..." he said to her psychically. These two were from the land of Olivine City in the nation of Johto. They were high ranked pokemon coordinators over there but this was a whole new ballgame. "Crap, the line is so long...will we be able to make it into this competition." Blair pointed at an official who was coming their way. "He might kick us out of line," said the Kirlia on her back.
"Miss, you are a lucky person indeed, you are the last contestant that will be allowed to enter," said the man. "As for the people behind this girl, we are sorry to inform you that you will not be able to participate." The sounds of grumbling people could be heard behind her as the line behind her dispersed in a thunder of footsteps. "Whew, I am glad I ran here now," smiled the trainer. "Go to the Pokemon waiting area. I'll be there after I register." Blair nodded and hopped off her back in a very graceful manner. *See you soon, Karen* thought the kirlia. *But this line stretches back almost a kilometer. It will take me forever to reach the lobby.*
The Lobby
Zoë stayed in one corner of the lobby looking at all the other pokemon interacting with each other. *Why can't I just walk into the crowd? They can't hurt me here. They are only contest pokemon.* She whimpered as she struggled to take the first step towards the crowd. Not far from her were two other pokemon. They stared at her intently. "Damn she is fine," said the smaller of the two, a Wartortle smiled as he looked at her. "Maybe I can get her face down, ass up, ya know what I am sayin', Rico." The pokemon next to him, a Croconaw rolled his eyes. "Man you couldn't score on a whore, Reese, much less a shy beauty as herself. Now let's introduce ourselves to this fresh piece." Zoë was still trying to move towards the crowd debating the risks and the benefits when the one of the two water types approached her.
"Why hello there, Miss. You look fine this afternoon," said the wartortle. The turtle turned around to see that his partner was nowhere to be found. He began to sweat when Zoë looked in his face. The wartortle seemed shyer than her and wanted to join her in the corner. "I think it would be good if we went into the crowd...it's cold and lonely here," said Reese, unsure of his statement. Zoë felt compelled, regardless of his shakiness, to join him as he was the first person to actually call out to her. She felt a tad bit too comfortable with the water type holding her hands. When they entered the crowd, she felt alive with energy as she saw pokemon playing around, hooking up, and trading things with each other. That comfort didn't last long as she felt a blow to the head. As the shadow of unconsciousness settled over her body, she could hear Reese and another male arguing.
The two male water types began to carry away the marshtomp after binding her. They passed by Blair as he was entering the lobby. He saw them carrying the marshtomp and took a quick look into their mind. *She is out cold from a blow to the head, and the croconaw has something devious planned.* He proceeded to follow the water types, curious as to what they were going to do. Blair took to ghosting them, following them down to the hidden cove. "Set her down here, we need to decide who gets what," he overheard them say. *Wait, are they planning to rape her? I can't allow that.*
Zoë woke up to a harsh slap across her face that stung long after she woke up. Her vision was still blurry from the blow to the head. All she could see was two blue figures with pink streaks going from the groin and floating in the air. "No, please don't do that, I'll leave you guys in peace. Please just leave me alone." She tried to stand up but her feet were bound together. Rico pressed his claw into her head applying pressure on her skull, making her shout in pain in hopes of someone hearing her. "I go first Reese; I want a chance to fuck her before she loosens up. Besides, you didn't reel her in." What the croconaw was expecting was the complaints of his wartortle partner-in-crime but what he heard was silence. He turned around and saw Reese lying down on the ground apparently knocked out. "Figures he would lie down on the job," said the croconaw.
Rico didn't really care and pushed himself into her cunt forcefully. "Holy crap, you aren't a virgin, and yet you feel so good. I am going to enjoy your tight cunt." While the beast was plowing his way into her, she was crying softly to herself wishing she hadn't left the corner, trying to mentally space herself from what was happening to her body. Her lips were spread apart by this three inch wide, six-inch long cock. She felt more alone than ever as no one seemed to respond to her shouts. Anytime some stranger ran into her, only bad things came out of it, just like last time. "Please, it hurts so much." Rico kept pumping into her, shoving his entire length in and out, ignoring the soft flesh and ravaging her sacred tunnels with the awful stretching. She fell into a haze of tears and pain as she felt his climax approaching. It seemed it would be a repeat of Slateport.
However, she no longer felt the thrusting and saw the Croconaw slumped over on his back. "Huh? What is going on?" she said, only semi-conscious. "Hello there. I finished these two pokemon off. No one should ever be forced to submit to cruel behavior like rape and torture as you have." She sprung up to her feet. What she saw were the two pokemon, their faces frozen in an expression of horror, with stiffened bodies and her Good Samaritan, a kirlia, sitting on a bench. "Th...Thank you for saving me...uh." Zoë had mixed feelings of fear, humiliation, and utter confusion. "Please be calm. My name is Blair. I'm sorry for the distress I caused you." Blair curtsied as many kirlia did as. "What is your name?"
"My name is Zoë...Once again, I really appreciate you saving me today, but I have to get back to the lobby or I will get into trouble." Blair smiled and held her paw. "Well, Zoë, let's head back then for I also am in the competition. With a flash of light, they returned back to the lobby back to that corner she started off in, Blair nowhere to be found. *Was that all a dream?* she thought to herself as she sat back in the corner, rubbing her abused pussy. "It wasn't a dream, Zoë. I just went to get something for us to eat." She looked up and saw the kirlia looking at her warmly while offering her some iced tea. Zoë smiled and gratefully accepted the iced tea, thankful that she had just found a friend.
Soon, Hector came to pick her up. She ran to her trainer and hugged him. "Did you have fun here? I'm so sorry I forgot you don't like big crowds." He glanced back and saw the kirlia standing there sipping on iced tea. "Did you make a new friend?" Zoë hopped down and brought Blair over. He immediately curtsied. "Well, this kirlia is a very nice pokemon. It is well-raised, polite, a vibrant green color and appeals to me as intelligent. Well, see you later." With that Hector and Zoë left the lobby to rest and train up for their primary was in two days.
Preliminary Power
"Now introducing Hector and his very beautiful Marshtomp, Zoë!" The crowds applauded as they took the field. "Alright Zoë, it is time for the water magic routine. Be careful with the last part of it, ok?" Zoë nodded and proceeded to create eight little rain clouds in octagonal formation. "Alright, now for the water cycle trick," said Hector, very pleased with her technique. She focused her energy and shot a thin, streamlined hydropump into the first cloud and from there, it created many water patterns as it went from cloud to cloud such as a stop sign, a staryu, and a rotating square. The crowd enjoyed the display of artistic ability as did the judges.
"Great job so far Zoë, but now it is time to finish the show because we are almost running over the time limit. Alright, use Hidden Power." Zoë froze a bit at the command. *I just learned it...* she looked into the crowd quickly and saw the familiar form of Blair in the audience in his trainer's lap. *Oh no, he is here, too. I better not screw this up.* Blair could almost hear her thoughts as it screamed out into the audience. *She's getting nervous...* thought Blair looking at her beginning to tremble. He shook his trainer's arm in an almost childish manner. *I don't want her to lose in the preliminaries*
Onstage, Hector started to resemble his pokemon, turning pale as he got nervous waiting for Zoë to try hidden power. "Please just do it Zoë so we can get off stage." Zoë took a deep breath and launched her hidden power. Soon, the little clouds meshed into a large thundercloud. Clapping shattered the deadly quiet of the crowd. Two sets of hands that Zoë and Hector could recognize as the kirlia and the trainer. Soon that clapping grew thunderous as the other members of the auditorium responded well to the miniature thunderstorm Zoë created. The marshtomp sighed and dissipated the cloud and bowed.
"You had me worried there for a bit Zoë. I told you that you could do it," said Hector crouching to hug his marshtomp. She smiled and turned around to see Blair and his trainer standing there. "Say Blair, your friend is pretty good." Hector looked at the girl then at Blair. "I was wondering what excellent trainer raised her." The other three started to cough a bit.
"My name is Karen and He is Blair. It's a pleasure to meet you."
"He he, I'm so sorry about that gender mix-up. I am Hector and she is Zoë."
As the trainers got to know each other better, Zoë and Blair went out to the beach again. "I saw that you were having trouble believing your hidden power...do you need any help?" the kirlia innocently asked. "Sure, any practice will help." Blair smiled and sent out his hidden power. He created a double helix pattern in the air swirling it around his body before scattering the orbs across the sand. "That...was...amazing. I wish I could do something like that," said Zoë.
"Actually, I found what you did more impressive and more beautiful, plus you look beautiful doing it." That last comment came out by accident. Zoë looked at the now sweating kirlia charmed that he thought she was beautiful. "Hey, I'm happy you think what I did was beautiful. There is no need to fret over it." They played with their hidden power techniques until their trainers came looking for them. Together, they created patterns of things they saw of the beach like a sailboat on a backdrop of little white clouds and wingulls. The time they spent together was cut short though as the call for Blair's prelim exhibition was announced. "Tomorrow, get your trainer to come to the Art Gallery. There is a picture you have to see before you perform." Zoë smiled and hugged her friend before running to find her trainer. "Good luck, we will be in the stands cheering you on."
Blair and Karen walked up onstage against the backdrop of cheers from their devoted fans of Johto. *Alright Blair. We will do the mental picture routine* Blair nodded and proceeded to create several small panels of reflects and combined them into a prism. Then he created his hidden power and launched it into the prism, creating a flash of vibrant orange light before the prism fell apart. The heat from the shattering bugged Blair a bit as it made t tough to quickly react to finish the trick. He used his psychic to rearrange the pieces of the prism into an octagon, incidentally not the shape he was supposed to make.
*Blair...that was supposed to be a hexagon...you need to think of an image in five seconds* Blair couldn't afford to mess up the work he had put in only to fail in the prelims. Blair thought for a second with what little his mind could concentrate on without breaking his hold on the heated reflects. The picture he chose happened to be what was on his mind was Zoë. It was her face that reflected in the heat of the reflect shield. The Kirlian photo made some people in the audience giggle as the team's time ran up. "All I can think about at that time was the cute, shy Zoë." His trainer was taking this surprisingly well, at least for her usual. "Heh, I have love on my mind..."
Sightseeing
Zoë and Blair walked around the city, navigating through the herd of people going about their daily lives on their way to the museum with their trainers close behind. The happy marshtomp had gained more confidence since she became friends with Blair. He was also feeling quite comfortable with her, even showing bits of affection with her. Of course their trainers were busy with their own budding relationship to not notice the two go past the front door, not waiting for their trainers to catch up with them.
"You are so lucky they didn't dock you as much as they could have; otherwise you wouldn't be joining me in the finals," said Zoë, continuing the conversation they were having on the way there. Blair smiled and sent a small hidden power to tap her butt lightly. "Watch yourself!" she said in a playfully angry tone. Finally, they came upon the section for contests. "This is the exhibit you really need to see. The guy's name is Daizi Ichijoichi and his artwork is simply magnificent. Each of the frames is color-coded to match the contest they came from: yellow for tough, red for cool, pink for cute, green for smart, and blue for beauty." The two spent their time looking at pictures previous Master Cup Champions posted on the wall. There were five for every year for each of the five competitions. Some of the paintings were of world-famous pokemon she had heard about in her youth. "Maybe we will join these greats on the wall someday." He pointed over at the beauty contest wall and pointed out pictures of a feraligatr, a milotic, and a wartortle for the recent year that looked vaguely familiar. *It looks like that...* she thought to herself as her thoughts started to fill with rage. Blair could sense her building worry and ran to her side to calm her down. *Please don't do anything out of anger, Zoë* he said in a thought wave. She calmed down and walked with Blair to the exit and to the harbor, sea-faring pokemon hangout.
There was one wartortle sitting there on the docks looking out to sea. He looked quite sad as if he had lost something. His tear-filled eyes glistened in the sky like the ocean that shimmered in the light of the setting sun. "Oh...Rico...I should have stopped you back in the lobby instead of following your lead..." Blair and Zoë slowly approached the mourning pokemon, recognizing him as Reese the wartortle from the picture and from the rape on registration day. Suddenly, the wartortle spun around and peered at the two, wiping the tears from his eyes. "Why are you two here?" he muttered under his breath. Zoë was the first to respond with a tone of anger. "Are you that much of coward to pull someone like me out of the corner only to rape me and not prevent your friend from hurting me like that? I have half of mind to pus h you into the ocean." Blair pulled her back ineffectively as he was not as strong as her. It seemed her timid nature was being overruled by anger. However the wartortle just bowed his head instead of fighting back. The marshtomp stopped her raging and looked into the eyes of Reese. Blair put his hand on Zoë's shoulder. "Let's just leave him...he is suffering on the inside. I assume he will leave this city with his trainer soon and will carry this burden of guilt for years to come." With that, the two left Reese in his drudgery to head to the Cove Lily to meet up with their trainers.
They walked for about five minutes in silence reflecting on Reese and his state before resuming conversation. "So I was on your mind yesterday? That is so awesome," said the excited marshtomp. Her companion just stared at her the entire time they were walking. *My...why do I have her on my mind even now? I can't get enough of her presence. I feel like spending every waking moment with her now.* His eyes wandered from her face to the rest of her body, places he hadn't taken time to appreciate as he was absorbed by her personality. Zoë noticed his eyes were wandering and didn't say a word. In the back of her mind, she was waiting for him to do that. His eyes were fixed on the cute hew of her behind and its fluid motions as she walked. Her giggle brought him back to reality. Zoë was blushing and was struggling to keep her eyes up.
"Wait, what are you laughing...oh..." The kirlia blushed furiously as he turned himself away from Zoë. "I guess that is how a kirlia's hard-on looks like," said Zoë half-smiling, half-laughing. His rose-color member dangled in the air, stimulated by the awkwardness of the situation, the image of Zoë in his mind, and the light land breeze. Before he got to respond, she took it in her hand and began stroking the silky smooth cock in her moist paws. "Wait, don't...wait...it feels good...but...are you..." Zoë put a finger over his lips, smiling mischievously. "It's ok, I was planning on doing this to you and I am sure you felt the same." The kirlia was too wrapped in the pleasure of her touch to respond. She sunk her head to the level of his pulsing member, giving a few licks to its underside and bobbing her head on it slowly, yearning for it to be in her. She felt so hot inside and a wanting urge for it, but she continued to lick and suck gently at his cock in different places, waiting for him become more comfortable with the situation. Of course they were on a public beach, giving a show to moonlighting sea pokemon. Blair shuddered in pleasure from the moist marshtomp tongue, wanting her to continue. Zoë felt him relax and stopped sucking him off to look into his eyes. "Ooo... please don't stop..." The rosy member throbbed in the air, just aching for her snatch.
He sat down on the sands of the ocean as he looked into the marshtomp's eyes, wanting her more that ever. She leaned into his crotch, kissing the head. Soon, she was deep-throating his 5 inch member, enjoying the sweet taste of precum in her mouth. His eyes were rolled back moaning at the sensational job that Zoë was doing. "If you think that is good, just wait till I do this." She smiled mischievously and took in his entire length and filled her mouth with water. He was wondering what she was trying to do until he felt vacuum suction around his member as the water was sucked back down. It felt strangely arousing to the kirlia, so much that he could have blown his load if he wasn't concentrating on keeping his orgasm at bay. As she continued her experimental treatment, Blair trembled more and more as wave after wave of pleasure flowed through his mind. *I am going to blow without pleasuring her. I must start doing something to her.* His hand subconsciously migrated to her clit that naturally moist and exposed as she was turned on by her own actions and began to tease and lightly squeeze it at the same rate the water rushed past his cock. Zoë moaned softly as her rhythm by the pleasure in her nether regions. They continued this foreplay for almost five minutes before they pulled away from each other panting.
They didn't even need to say a word; they wanted each other. No more pregaming. Blair moved up to Zoë and pressed his member between her legs, parting her lips. The pair moaned simultaneously at the tenderness of the insertion. It was Zoë's first time it was consensual and certainly didn't want it to end. The kirlia slowly established a rhythm, straddling her body in the missionary position. He locked paws with her and started pumping faster, eliciting moans from his lover. She took a passive role in this lovemaking, only squeezing down on his cock, drawing out some more precum. Her naturally moist tunnel allowed Blair maximum pleasure with less friction. They gazed into each other's eyes lovingly, nuzzling in the throes of their ecstasy. Her vagina started to draw his penis deep into her moist cunny. Her clitoris was very hard thanks in part to the slapping of the kirlian balls on it. The zealous Blair thrust faster into her vagina, felling his own peak coming, his member grazing her spot every time he withdrew. Their orgasm struck suddenly, threatening to send them from the realm of the conscious as Blair's cum blasted forth into the marshtomp as her liquids poured forth from her wonderful cunny and disappeared into the sand below.
Blair rolled off of his friend, panting from the physical exertion and the haze of orgasm. In the back of his mind, he knew that it was quite possible they wouldn't see each other for a while if they both didn't win the competition. *Zoë, let's promise to be friends forever and see each other again someday* Zoë nodded. She kissed him on the cheek and stood up ready to go. *We will be friends and I am sure we will meet up sooner than you think." The two walked off the beach and headed to the Cove Lily for the last night of fun before the finals began.
In that art gallery, there were two new portraits added: one with a kirlia creating an image of Zoë lying down on the beach and one a marshtomp creating a cloud formation with her rain dance in the form of Blair with a scarf around his neck. The two pictures were displayed next to each other with the singular title of "Blair and Zoë."
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Date:Jan 1 2014 Chapter:The Contest of Lilycove
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Strange Bedfellows
"Write a romantic story of erotic scene with two uncommon character choices"