Services Rendered
I'm surprised. Apparently, some of you all who spent much of your time condemning me actually read what I wrote last time. Even more surprising, some of you even wrote back to me, telling me that they understood better. In fact, it encouraged me to write the second time I had sex with my partners, and share it with you all. Some of you seemed to think that the only reason I did it was to make Kirlia feel better. That's not true. I love Kirlia and Roserade both very much.
Perhaps a week after my first time with Kirlia, the three of us were sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows. Don't ask me why, I don't quite know the reason. Anyway, we'd been talking for several minutes when Roserade finally turned to Kirlia.
"So?" she asked. "What is he like?"
Kirlia blushed. I looked over at Roserade and gave her a leer. "Why? Want to try me out?"
I'm not aware if it's inherent to the Roserade species or if my Roserade just happens to be absolutely literal, but she looked over at me and said, "Sure!" in that eager tone which accompanies such things as her acceptance of ice cream or birthday gifts when I buy them. Appropriate, happy, and not at all embarrassed, in other words. Kirlia blushed even deeper.
"You can't just..." she began quietly. I stood and brushed my jeans off.
"I'm... going to take a walk," I declared. My joke had backfired, and I wanted to get out of the way while the two of them discussed it. That they would talk it over, I was certain; I have mentioned that I'm a psychic before, and a fairly powerful one. It had been only a matter of time until I had Roserade as well as Kirlia, but I wanted to make certain both of them were okay with it before we moved on to that stage. There was also the part of me that had a conventional upbringing which was yelling at me somewhere in the back of my head that I shouldn't have sex with two girls-even pokemon girls-at the same time. But such primitive morality has no place in the mind of a psychic.
Back at the camp, just as I had expected, Kirlia and Roserade were hard at work debating:
"But you said he'd be mine," Kirlia griped. Roserade made some soothing gestures.
"I don't want much," she said calmly. "Unlike you, I'm not in love with him. Well, I don't think so, anyway." She laughed at Kirlia's outraged stare. "Oh, come on. I just want to have a bit of fun. You looked like you enjoyed it a lot... and I know from the sounds I hear every night that you enjoy it enough to keep doing it."
Kirlia, already bright pink, blushed a deep scarlet.
"You heard?" she whispered with embarrassment.
"Kira, lovey, I think everyone in the region heard."
The next thing Roserade saw was a pillow psychically thrown at her by her friend. The fluffy missile swept past her face with scant inches to spare, and Roserade grinned.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about, doll," she murmured. Then she shrugged. "If I can't have Mike, can I have you?"
"What?"
"Well, that is how you got started with Mike," Roserade pointed out reasonably. "Remember, we kissed, and we were moving on to greater things, when he showed up. Then you had your little heart to heart and... other things to other things... and patched up your relationship. All I want is a little thanks for that," she added.
Kirlia considered that a moment. Her species had always accepted the concept of proper return for services rendered, and it was true that Roserade had helped her. Besides, underneath her skirt, certain parts of her had grown wet at the idea of having sex with Roserade.
"Okay," she agreed quietly."
"Really?" Roserade was surprised. She had expected to spend several minutes trying to convince the usually shy Psychic pokemon to accept the idea.
"You do deserve a 'thank you,' " Kirlia explained. She blushed again. "Besides," she admitted, "I did wonder what Mike interrupted."
Roserade considered Kirlia's words. They sounded sincere, even slightly eager. She smiled broadly. "Well then," she said in a tone laden with promise, "let's see if we can't recover the mood."
Roserade glided over to Kirlia and put her arms around her friend and companion. "You're cute, you know," she whispered into a small green ear.
"Tell me again," Kirlia demanded. Roserade's nearness was doing strange things to the temperature of her skin.
"How about I show you..." Roserade licked the tip of Kirlia's ear and then began to kiss her way down towards her mouth. Kirlia shivered with anticipation, and eagerly met Roserade's lips with her own. Her tongue quested eagerly for Rosie's, and she felt herself drawn into Roserade's embrace with her lover's flowery arms. The sweet scent of roses enveloped the two of them, and for a moment Kirlia's urgency drained from her as she inhaled it.
"That's lovely," breathed the smaller pokemon. Roserade smiled as her scent took its toll on Kira. She had discovered long before that the rose scent she generated when aroused was irresistible to most others.
"I'm glad you like it," she responded truthfully.
"I love it." Kirlia's hands began to grope at Roserade, and Roserade smiled again. She pushed Kirlia gently to the ground and looked into her eyes.
"I've been doing some research," she whispered.
Two of Roserade's vines pulled Kirlia's labia apart and gave Roserade her first close look at a girl's pussy. She hadn't had the opportunity to look at her own in any detail, and so she took a moment to familiarize herself with all the parts. Aha, she told herself as she saw the fleshy nub at the top. There it is. She licked it to test and was rewarded with a loud moan from Kirlia.
"You liked that?" Roserade murmured wickedly. "Well, let's see how you like this..."
She formed her tongue into a tube and stuck it into Kirlia. It didn't go very far, but once it was buried in as far as she could get it, she uncurled it and began to lick. The inside of Kirlia tasted very different from the juices flowing from her, but it was a good taste, and Roserade found she had no trouble relaxing into a steady pace. Kirlia writhed, but the only time she managed to make Roserade slip out of her, Roserade used her vines to hold her steady and resumed her ministrations. She was made all the more satisfied by feeling the jerks on her vines as Kirlia tried to push herself towards Roserade's face.
Roserade put one hand at the top of Kirlia's sex and began to play with her clit as she licked and sucked at her hole. The added sensation seemed to be nearly painfully arousing to Kirlia, who was moaning nearly continuously, her arms flailing as she tried to keep herself steady. After several moments, however, she stiffened, all movement ceasing, and let out a steady cry of rapture as her pleasure peaked into climax. Roserade kept up her motions until Kirlia's voice had faded entirely away, and then she looked up, her face sticky.
"Feel good?" she asked politely. Kirlia didn't seem to be able to respond; she was still gasping for breath, and so Roserade sat back and licked her lips with pride.
"That was... very nice..." Kirlia whispered as she began to recover. Roserade nodded with solemn dignity, and their eyes met. They burst out laughing, rolling on the ground and howling their amusement at the sky. Kirlia recovered first and stood.
"Have fun," she told Roserade firmly. "With Mike, I mean. I'll wear him out tomorrow night to make up for it."
"You mean that, Kira?" Roserade asked.
"Sure!" Kirlia replied. "You're both people I really love, and if you decide to love him too, that'll make everything just perfect!" She waved. "I'll see you in the morning!" she promised. Roserade watched, dazed, as she entered the second tent in the clearing-Roserade's tent, as it happened. Apparently, she expected Mike's tent to be being used for something else.
"How did I manage that?" she wondered out loud.
* * *
I returned to the fire to see Roserade standing alone beside it.
"Kirlia's gone to bed," she explained. "In my tent, for the evening." Because there had been a chance of thunderstorms, I had pitched two tents instead of the usual one.
"Really?" I asked. I was surprised, and a little suspicious. I hadn't 'heard' any fighting from the camp since I left, and I wondered if Kirlia was sulking. Almost as though she could hear my thoughts, she smiled.
"She said to have fun, and that she'd wear you out more to make up for tonight."
I nearly choked at the thought of shy Kirlia saying something that blunt. But my attention was soon distracted as I noticed the scent of roses filling the air. I looked at Roserade. She had her blossoms held tightly to her chest, and the look in her eyes was almost heartrending. She usually acted so cavalier and cheerful that it was hard to remember sometimes that she had moments where she was self-conscious too. A look into her mind told me why she was so anxious-looking. She was afraid that I really did only love Kirlia, and she was expecting a refusal. I smiled and held out my arms. She leapt into my embrace with a glad cry and wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her gently and set her back down.
"How shall we do this?" I asked.
"I want to taste it," she said. I knew what 'it' was, but I found the way she avoided saying it cute, and grinned down at her.
"Fine with me," I replied. I unbuckled my pants, but released the zipper when she put her hands on it. She pulled it down and then reached into my boxer shorts. My penus sprang to life under her hand and it popped easily out of the slot in the front. She laughed.
"Looks like you're as eager as I am," she teased.
"At least as eager," I corrected. "Maybe more."
"We'll see," she promised. She enveloped my cock's head, and I groaned at the sudden warmth. It was both like and unlike fucking Kirlia. The warmth was the same, and the same feeling of being drawn inward, but her tongue wriggling around my manhood was an entirely new sensation to me, and one that I knew was already addicting.
She leaned towards me until almost half of my rod was in her mouth, and then withdrew it until barely the tip was inside. Both movements were maddeningly slow, accompanied by the licks she gave the head, and I was slowly going out of my mind at the feeling.
"You're doing great, Rosie," I told her, my words taking effort to assemble in my fogged mind.
"I'm glad," she said, her tongue vibrating around my cock in a way that was indescribable.
After a minute or so, I couldn't take any more. The sensations were too much. I came just as she pulled the tip away from her mouth, and spurts of cum splashed into her mouth, on her nose, and on one cheek. She blinked in surprise, and then smiled. She closed her mouth and then opened it.
"I swallowed," she said.
"I see," I said shakily.
"It tastes really bad," she giggled. She wiped her face with her flowers and then licked my cum off of them, smiling at me. "But it's yours, so I like it."
"Good," I muttered, somewhat disgruntled. "Otherwise you wouldn't get any more of it."
"Oh, but I plan to get at least one more dose!" Roserade sat down on the ground before me and spread her legs wide. "I think one implanted way up here..." she indicated her pussy with her red flowers, "would do just fine." The sight was enough to give me my second wind, and I smiled back at her finally.
"I think we can handle that," I told her. I crouched above her, one hand next to her head, as I positioned myself at her entrance. I flexed my hips once and slid several inches into her. Apparently, she was already well-lubricated. Compared to Kirlia, she was nowhere near as tight, but the feeling was still amazing. Several times as I inched further and further inside of her, I felt her clench the muscles around my cock, feeling almost as though she had a hand squeezing it from the inside. She cried out once when I finally had my full length in her.
"It's so big!" she groaned. That wasn't an expression I had ever expected to hear, but it made me even harder, if possible, than I already was. "I feel like you're all the way in my stomach!"
With a grin, I began to pull out. She whimpered at the sudden loss, until I pushed it hard back in, and I was rewarded with another cry of pleasure and shock.
"Faster," she ordered huskily. "Harder, faster."
I complied willingly, and soon I was pumping in and out of her as fast and as hard as I could. Each time, Roserade cried out with ecstasy, her green and white face a picture of lust and excitement. Her hands pressed at my chest, and she kept shouting "Faster, harder!" at me. Her moans and cries built into a piercing shriek, and she clenched my chest hairs painfully as she started thrusting her hips at me. I knew she was coming, and her own passion made my blood boil. I came with her, pulling her close and thrusting in as deeply as I could, spilling my seed into her pokemon womb.
We lay there for some time afterward, my soft penis still stuck inside of her. She stroked my hair and whispered endearments in my ear, while I licked her cheek and played with her flowers.
"We should get to bed," I told her softly. She nodded, but then shook her head.
"Go ahead first," she told me. "I want to do something before I go to sleep."
I patted her on the head and disengaged. I eyed my jeans lying by the fire, but left them there as I crawled into my tent. Behind me, I could hear Roserade making her way to the tent she used to share with Kirlia.
* * *
"Kirlia?" Roserade leaned into her tent, eyes adjusting slowly to the gloom. The Psychic pokemon sat up, a smile on her face.
"Yes, Rosie?" she asked cheerfully.
"You're not angry with me, are you?"
Kirlia frowned. "You were so loud," she complained. Then she brought her hand out from under the covers, glistening with her own juices, and licked it. "I loved it," she winked. Then she lay back down and closed her eyes. Nonplussed, Roserade returned to Mike's tent.
"That was... bizarre," she muttered.
"Unh?" Mike mumbled in his sleep.
"Nothing," she replied. She patted him on the head. "Go back to sleep," she ordered. She leaned against his back and listened to his breath become slow and steady as he fell asleep, and the rhythm soon had her nodding off, as well.
The End?
* * *
This is the second part in a two part series written by Mike Jerome Albert O'Leary. You may recall him as the League Challenger whose affair with pokemon was discovered just before his match against the Hoenn Region Champion. Due to the unorthodox nature of his relationship with his pokemon, the fight was indefinitely postponed until investigations could be made. This magazine is now happy to report that popular opinion seems to rest with Mr. O'Leary, and in light of his recent disclosures, the League has ruled that he shall be permitted to challenge the Champion this fall.
Chief Editor, Pokemon Life Magazine
Perhaps a week after my first time with Kirlia, the three of us were sitting around a campfire roasting marshmallows. Don't ask me why, I don't quite know the reason. Anyway, we'd been talking for several minutes when Roserade finally turned to Kirlia.
"So?" she asked. "What is he like?"
Kirlia blushed. I looked over at Roserade and gave her a leer. "Why? Want to try me out?"
I'm not aware if it's inherent to the Roserade species or if my Roserade just happens to be absolutely literal, but she looked over at me and said, "Sure!" in that eager tone which accompanies such things as her acceptance of ice cream or birthday gifts when I buy them. Appropriate, happy, and not at all embarrassed, in other words. Kirlia blushed even deeper.
"You can't just..." she began quietly. I stood and brushed my jeans off.
"I'm... going to take a walk," I declared. My joke had backfired, and I wanted to get out of the way while the two of them discussed it. That they would talk it over, I was certain; I have mentioned that I'm a psychic before, and a fairly powerful one. It had been only a matter of time until I had Roserade as well as Kirlia, but I wanted to make certain both of them were okay with it before we moved on to that stage. There was also the part of me that had a conventional upbringing which was yelling at me somewhere in the back of my head that I shouldn't have sex with two girls-even pokemon girls-at the same time. But such primitive morality has no place in the mind of a psychic.
Back at the camp, just as I had expected, Kirlia and Roserade were hard at work debating:
"But you said he'd be mine," Kirlia griped. Roserade made some soothing gestures.
"I don't want much," she said calmly. "Unlike you, I'm not in love with him. Well, I don't think so, anyway." She laughed at Kirlia's outraged stare. "Oh, come on. I just want to have a bit of fun. You looked like you enjoyed it a lot... and I know from the sounds I hear every night that you enjoy it enough to keep doing it."
Kirlia, already bright pink, blushed a deep scarlet.
"You heard?" she whispered with embarrassment.
"Kira, lovey, I think everyone in the region heard."
The next thing Roserade saw was a pillow psychically thrown at her by her friend. The fluffy missile swept past her face with scant inches to spare, and Roserade grinned.
"It's nothing to be ashamed about, doll," she murmured. Then she shrugged. "If I can't have Mike, can I have you?"
"What?"
"Well, that is how you got started with Mike," Roserade pointed out reasonably. "Remember, we kissed, and we were moving on to greater things, when he showed up. Then you had your little heart to heart and... other things to other things... and patched up your relationship. All I want is a little thanks for that," she added.
Kirlia considered that a moment. Her species had always accepted the concept of proper return for services rendered, and it was true that Roserade had helped her. Besides, underneath her skirt, certain parts of her had grown wet at the idea of having sex with Roserade.
"Okay," she agreed quietly."
"Really?" Roserade was surprised. She had expected to spend several minutes trying to convince the usually shy Psychic pokemon to accept the idea.
"You do deserve a 'thank you,' " Kirlia explained. She blushed again. "Besides," she admitted, "I did wonder what Mike interrupted."
Roserade considered Kirlia's words. They sounded sincere, even slightly eager. She smiled broadly. "Well then," she said in a tone laden with promise, "let's see if we can't recover the mood."
Roserade glided over to Kirlia and put her arms around her friend and companion. "You're cute, you know," she whispered into a small green ear.
"Tell me again," Kirlia demanded. Roserade's nearness was doing strange things to the temperature of her skin.
"How about I show you..." Roserade licked the tip of Kirlia's ear and then began to kiss her way down towards her mouth. Kirlia shivered with anticipation, and eagerly met Roserade's lips with her own. Her tongue quested eagerly for Rosie's, and she felt herself drawn into Roserade's embrace with her lover's flowery arms. The sweet scent of roses enveloped the two of them, and for a moment Kirlia's urgency drained from her as she inhaled it.
"That's lovely," breathed the smaller pokemon. Roserade smiled as her scent took its toll on Kira. She had discovered long before that the rose scent she generated when aroused was irresistible to most others.
"I'm glad you like it," she responded truthfully.
"I love it." Kirlia's hands began to grope at Roserade, and Roserade smiled again. She pushed Kirlia gently to the ground and looked into her eyes.
"I've been doing some research," she whispered.
Two of Roserade's vines pulled Kirlia's labia apart and gave Roserade her first close look at a girl's pussy. She hadn't had the opportunity to look at her own in any detail, and so she took a moment to familiarize herself with all the parts. Aha, she told herself as she saw the fleshy nub at the top. There it is. She licked it to test and was rewarded with a loud moan from Kirlia.
"You liked that?" Roserade murmured wickedly. "Well, let's see how you like this..."
She formed her tongue into a tube and stuck it into Kirlia. It didn't go very far, but once it was buried in as far as she could get it, she uncurled it and began to lick. The inside of Kirlia tasted very different from the juices flowing from her, but it was a good taste, and Roserade found she had no trouble relaxing into a steady pace. Kirlia writhed, but the only time she managed to make Roserade slip out of her, Roserade used her vines to hold her steady and resumed her ministrations. She was made all the more satisfied by feeling the jerks on her vines as Kirlia tried to push herself towards Roserade's face.
Roserade put one hand at the top of Kirlia's sex and began to play with her clit as she licked and sucked at her hole. The added sensation seemed to be nearly painfully arousing to Kirlia, who was moaning nearly continuously, her arms flailing as she tried to keep herself steady. After several moments, however, she stiffened, all movement ceasing, and let out a steady cry of rapture as her pleasure peaked into climax. Roserade kept up her motions until Kirlia's voice had faded entirely away, and then she looked up, her face sticky.
"Feel good?" she asked politely. Kirlia didn't seem to be able to respond; she was still gasping for breath, and so Roserade sat back and licked her lips with pride.
"That was... very nice..." Kirlia whispered as she began to recover. Roserade nodded with solemn dignity, and their eyes met. They burst out laughing, rolling on the ground and howling their amusement at the sky. Kirlia recovered first and stood.
"Have fun," she told Roserade firmly. "With Mike, I mean. I'll wear him out tomorrow night to make up for it."
"You mean that, Kira?" Roserade asked.
"Sure!" Kirlia replied. "You're both people I really love, and if you decide to love him too, that'll make everything just perfect!" She waved. "I'll see you in the morning!" she promised. Roserade watched, dazed, as she entered the second tent in the clearing-Roserade's tent, as it happened. Apparently, she expected Mike's tent to be being used for something else.
"How did I manage that?" she wondered out loud.
* * *
I returned to the fire to see Roserade standing alone beside it.
"Kirlia's gone to bed," she explained. "In my tent, for the evening." Because there had been a chance of thunderstorms, I had pitched two tents instead of the usual one.
"Really?" I asked. I was surprised, and a little suspicious. I hadn't 'heard' any fighting from the camp since I left, and I wondered if Kirlia was sulking. Almost as though she could hear my thoughts, she smiled.
"She said to have fun, and that she'd wear you out more to make up for tonight."
I nearly choked at the thought of shy Kirlia saying something that blunt. But my attention was soon distracted as I noticed the scent of roses filling the air. I looked at Roserade. She had her blossoms held tightly to her chest, and the look in her eyes was almost heartrending. She usually acted so cavalier and cheerful that it was hard to remember sometimes that she had moments where she was self-conscious too. A look into her mind told me why she was so anxious-looking. She was afraid that I really did only love Kirlia, and she was expecting a refusal. I smiled and held out my arms. She leapt into my embrace with a glad cry and wrapped her arms around my neck. I kissed her gently and set her back down.
"How shall we do this?" I asked.
"I want to taste it," she said. I knew what 'it' was, but I found the way she avoided saying it cute, and grinned down at her.
"Fine with me," I replied. I unbuckled my pants, but released the zipper when she put her hands on it. She pulled it down and then reached into my boxer shorts. My penus sprang to life under her hand and it popped easily out of the slot in the front. She laughed.
"Looks like you're as eager as I am," she teased.
"At least as eager," I corrected. "Maybe more."
"We'll see," she promised. She enveloped my cock's head, and I groaned at the sudden warmth. It was both like and unlike fucking Kirlia. The warmth was the same, and the same feeling of being drawn inward, but her tongue wriggling around my manhood was an entirely new sensation to me, and one that I knew was already addicting.
She leaned towards me until almost half of my rod was in her mouth, and then withdrew it until barely the tip was inside. Both movements were maddeningly slow, accompanied by the licks she gave the head, and I was slowly going out of my mind at the feeling.
"You're doing great, Rosie," I told her, my words taking effort to assemble in my fogged mind.
"I'm glad," she said, her tongue vibrating around my cock in a way that was indescribable.
After a minute or so, I couldn't take any more. The sensations were too much. I came just as she pulled the tip away from her mouth, and spurts of cum splashed into her mouth, on her nose, and on one cheek. She blinked in surprise, and then smiled. She closed her mouth and then opened it.
"I swallowed," she said.
"I see," I said shakily.
"It tastes really bad," she giggled. She wiped her face with her flowers and then licked my cum off of them, smiling at me. "But it's yours, so I like it."
"Good," I muttered, somewhat disgruntled. "Otherwise you wouldn't get any more of it."
"Oh, but I plan to get at least one more dose!" Roserade sat down on the ground before me and spread her legs wide. "I think one implanted way up here..." she indicated her pussy with her red flowers, "would do just fine." The sight was enough to give me my second wind, and I smiled back at her finally.
"I think we can handle that," I told her. I crouched above her, one hand next to her head, as I positioned myself at her entrance. I flexed my hips once and slid several inches into her. Apparently, she was already well-lubricated. Compared to Kirlia, she was nowhere near as tight, but the feeling was still amazing. Several times as I inched further and further inside of her, I felt her clench the muscles around my cock, feeling almost as though she had a hand squeezing it from the inside. She cried out once when I finally had my full length in her.
"It's so big!" she groaned. That wasn't an expression I had ever expected to hear, but it made me even harder, if possible, than I already was. "I feel like you're all the way in my stomach!"
With a grin, I began to pull out. She whimpered at the sudden loss, until I pushed it hard back in, and I was rewarded with another cry of pleasure and shock.
"Faster," she ordered huskily. "Harder, faster."
I complied willingly, and soon I was pumping in and out of her as fast and as hard as I could. Each time, Roserade cried out with ecstasy, her green and white face a picture of lust and excitement. Her hands pressed at my chest, and she kept shouting "Faster, harder!" at me. Her moans and cries built into a piercing shriek, and she clenched my chest hairs painfully as she started thrusting her hips at me. I knew she was coming, and her own passion made my blood boil. I came with her, pulling her close and thrusting in as deeply as I could, spilling my seed into her pokemon womb.
We lay there for some time afterward, my soft penis still stuck inside of her. She stroked my hair and whispered endearments in my ear, while I licked her cheek and played with her flowers.
"We should get to bed," I told her softly. She nodded, but then shook her head.
"Go ahead first," she told me. "I want to do something before I go to sleep."
I patted her on the head and disengaged. I eyed my jeans lying by the fire, but left them there as I crawled into my tent. Behind me, I could hear Roserade making her way to the tent she used to share with Kirlia.
* * *
"Kirlia?" Roserade leaned into her tent, eyes adjusting slowly to the gloom. The Psychic pokemon sat up, a smile on her face.
"Yes, Rosie?" she asked cheerfully.
"You're not angry with me, are you?"
Kirlia frowned. "You were so loud," she complained. Then she brought her hand out from under the covers, glistening with her own juices, and licked it. "I loved it," she winked. Then she lay back down and closed her eyes. Nonplussed, Roserade returned to Mike's tent.
"That was... bizarre," she muttered.
"Unh?" Mike mumbled in his sleep.
"Nothing," she replied. She patted him on the head. "Go back to sleep," she ordered. She leaned against his back and listened to his breath become slow and steady as he fell asleep, and the rhythm soon had her nodding off, as well.
The End?
* * *
This is the second part in a two part series written by Mike Jerome Albert O'Leary. You may recall him as the League Challenger whose affair with pokemon was discovered just before his match against the Hoenn Region Champion. Due to the unorthodox nature of his relationship with his pokemon, the fight was indefinitely postponed until investigations could be made. This magazine is now happy to report that popular opinion seems to rest with Mr. O'Leary, and in light of his recent disclosures, the League has ruled that he shall be permitted to challenge the Champion this fall.
Chief Editor, Pokemon Life Magazine