Flower Child
Flower Child
By request of Persium
:The pokemon in the flowers...:
:Seek the pokemon in the flowers...:
Marley had been tormented by the whispering voices for a long time. Urging her, commanding her, forcing her out of her comfortable home in Cerulean City, across three regions and two birthdays, seeking the "pokemon in the flowers." Now, she thought with some satisfaction, she was nearly at the end of her journey. She felt her pokemon partner's approval even through the veil of the pokeball. If nothing else, she had exhausted all other alternatives. Here, at the end of Route 224, she was bound to find something.
An hour and a half later, Marley wasn't quite as confident. She was tired (again), battered (again), dusty (again), and in all other matters, definitely prepared to call it a day. She looked around and halfheartedly surveyed her surroundings. She sighed.
"My standards have come down a little, Arcanine," she murmured. "This actually looks like a pleasant place to sleep." It was a far cry from her luxurious apartment back home, now barely a dim memory, but compared to some of the places she had slept--she shuddered at the memory of Wayward Cave-- it was positively inviting. The pasture was filled with small pink and blue flowers such as Marley had seen in countless cities and gardens in her journey. She would have pitched her tent, but... the one she had started out with had worn out before she left Kanto, and the second one had fallen overboard when she was sailing to Sinnoh. Since then, she found, tents were hard to come by. She had grown used to it, like every hardship she had endured.
:The pokemon in the flowers...:
Even now, the voices would not permit her to relax fully. She found a flat rock in the middle of the flowers, and unrolled her sleeping bag. Scanning the area quickly to see if anyone was watching, she stripped off her dress and slipped into her pajamas. It was one of the few comforts she retained from her previous life; a soft, warm sleeper which zipped up the front, and was a nice mint color. She adored it, though she figured it would only be a matter of time before the stresses of the journey caught up with it. Her favorite part was the pink flower stenciled over her left breast.
What with one thing and another, it was unsurprising that Marley drifted off very quickly after lying down. It was less surprising that she should happen to dream. Even less so, when one takes into consideration that Marley had very developed psychic abilities, and the area she chose for her bed was a very, very old one. It was quite old enough, in fact, to have significant power in its own right.
Marley stood in the middle of the field of flowers. She was still in her sleeper, and there was a vague haze around the edges of her vision that told her quite clearly that reality had been suspended for the moment. A movement from her left caught her attention, and Marley turned to face it, reaching reflexively for the pokeballs that would normally be at her waist. They weren't there, and she flushed in annoyance.
The flowers rustled again, and she watched with growing apprehension as the whatever-it-was crept closer. Then, all of a sudden, the rustling stopped, just at her feet. Marley looked down to see a small black nose peeking out at her from the flowers. The nose was attached to a furry white snout and two intelligent-looking eyes peering out at her with frank curiosity.
:Are you my new friend?:
Marley flinched slightly at the sound of the new voice. Then she blinked. The voice had been just like the ones that had pressed her to leave her home, and Marley suddenly realized that her journey had ended. Even if this was a dream, she thought, it felt real enough that perhaps, finally, she would be allowed to go home.
:Home?:
"Yes," she responded aloud. "Home. Where I used to live, before I came here." An image surfaced in her mind of her old apartment, and its rooms. Without realizing why, she knew that the... pokemon?... at her feet had provided it. "That's the place," she confirmed.
:Looks nice.:
Somehow, the voice sounded wistful. Marley smiled. She'd never heard emotions in the voices before, but this voice sounded nearly human. In fact, it sounded a bit like a young boy, perhaps 12 or 13. Not much less than two years her junior, at any rate. "What's your name?" she asked, addressing the question to the small nose and snout that was all she could see of the creature.
:Shaymin.: The response was firm, though there was a hint of equivocation-Shaymin didn't seem to know if that was his own name or what his species was called.
"Shaymin? That's a cute name." The flowers rustled again, and as if encouraged, by her response, the rest of the creature emerged. Marley had never seen a hedgehog, but if she had, she would have described the creature as a white-furred hedgehog with green needles and flowers on its back. The needles looked and, Marley discovered as she reached down to stroke the creature, felt, like soft grass. Shaymin seemed to shiver as he felt her hand on his back. Suddenly, in the distance, a howling noise disrupted the serene silence. Marley jumped, and Shaymin vanished into the grass.
:You can't stay here!: he "shouted" in her mind. Marley stared down at the patch of grass and flowers at her feet in stunned confusion. :That's the Watchdog. He'll attack you if you are anywhere near me when he arrives.:
Marley nodded understanding once, and tried to force herself awake. To her shock and horror, her usual tricks were failing, and the mist at the edge of her vision seemed to clear. Was she still dreaming? Or had she already awoken. She began to run, and she heard rustling as Shaymin ran in the opposite direction. Marley heard the howling coming nearer and nearer, but she couldn't see the source of it. In a panic, she put on an extra burst of speed and...
Slammed her head into a large white boulder as she awoke with a start. She groaned as she sat up, and uttered a very unladylike word as she realized where she was.
The day passed slowly for Marley. The voices were still there, still urging her onward in the search, but they seemed muted. Less insistent, as though they were only trying to keep her from going back, rather than pushing her forward. She smiled more than once during the day at this new evidence that she was finally reaching the end of her long journey. Arcanine noted her newfound spirit, and responded to his daily training with vigor and energy that had been long absent. They both collapsed of exhaustion towards the end of the day, but Marley felt nothing except a deep satisfaction and hope that she would be transported back to Shaymin that night.
Her hopes were granted. It felt like bare moments after closing her eyes that she opened them again to find herself in the dream world. Shaymin was waiting there for her, peering out from a nearby flower bush.
:You came back!: he said with surprise. Marley smiled.
"Of course I came back," she chided him. "I've been hunting for this "pokemon in the flowers" for two years now. You think I'd simply give up and go home after having found you?"
:Others have,: was the sad reply.
"What's it like, living here?" Marley asked after a long pause, determined to change the subject to something happier.
:Would you like to see?: Shaymin asked.
Marley's skin began to prickle eerily. She looked down at her hands and saw that they were paling before her eyes. She put her hands to her hair and felt soft fur where there had once been stringy dry hair. Yellow and pink petals scattered when she shook her head to try to clear it. Suddenly, she could see colors she didn't even have names for. She twisted her head to look back at Shaymin. He had a recognizable smile on his face, though a minute earlier she wouldn't have been able to tell.
"Y-you c-can understand me n-now?" he asked anxiously. The power he had expended on the transformation was minimal; far more power was used by legendary pokemon daily in far less important tasks. He was truly concerned about how Marley responded to her new appearance, however.
"Perfectly!" Marley stood and twirled around. Her muscles seemed far more responsive than they had been, and her hands felt the breeze much more strongly. It was as though she was more sensitive to everything now. She told Shaymin so.
"I've always b-been able to sense a lot," he confessed. "I'm t-t-tied into the earth, s-so everything feels much s-stronger."
Marley amused herself for several minutes counting the veins on leaves one hundred yards away, then turned her attention back to Shaymin. The smile was still on his face, but it held a certain amount of fixation on it, as well, as though he couldn't bring himself to look away.
"This is great!" she cheered. She turned a cartwheel, and despite never having done it before, executed a back flip perfectly. "No wonder pokemon are so agile, if they get to work with a body like this!"
Shaymin nodded once, satisfied that she was enjoying herself, and enjoying himself by watching her. Her sheer delight in her new flexibility was matched only by his delight in her form-Shaymin was young, but old enough to be wistful that he would never find a mate of his species.
A growl came from the bushes nearby. Shaymin and Marley sprang together.
"The Watchdog," Shaymin whispered. "H-how d-d-did he g-get s-so c-close?" The flower pokemon's stutter had gotten worse immediately.
"I crept along very, very quietly," a guttural voice snarled. The Watchdog extracted himself from the bushes and Marley got her first glimpse of her pursuer from the night before. He looked much like a Mightyena, but his fur was so black that it seemed to absorb light from around it. Even the air seemed to grow colder as he came closer.
"Who is this?" he asked, pointing his nose at Marley. "I seem to recall having chased prey that smelled much like her, last night."
"This is... m-m-my mate," Shaymin offered the Watchdog. He sounded hesitant, and the Watchdog literally barked a laugh.
"Your mate," he growled. He looked over at Marley, then back at Shaymin. "She's not like you," he declared.
"No," Shaymin agreed. "She's f-f-female."
"That's not precisely..." the Watchdog began, then lifted his nose to the air. "Damn humans," he snarled under his breath. He looked at Shaymin and Marley again, still sitting together, Shaymin on the girl's lap. He curled his lip. "Very well," he muttered. "But, if she's your mate, I expect to hear and smell the mating scent shortly."
"B-b-but..." Shaymin began to protest. The Watchdog growled.
"That is the law. You must prove that she is your mate, or she must be treated as an outsider."
"W-w-would m-my... um... w-word of honor suffice?"
"No." The Watchdog sniffed the air quickly. "I must go now. But I shall be listening, and I have very good ears. If I don't hear something that sounds like mating from here, I'll come back. And if I come back, nothing you say shall stop me." He bounded away, his howl shaking the night again as he left. Marley looked down at Shaymin.
"Your mate?" she asked.
"W-w-what else w-w-was I s-supposed to d-do?" Shaymin asked, somewhat fearfully. "I c-c-couldn't th-think of anything else... and the t-t-transformation didn't convince him..."
"Which means..."
"We h-h-have to... m-m-m-m-m..." Shaymin's white fur deepened to a pale pink as Marley watched. "We h-h-have to... m-m-m-m...m-m-a...m-m-m-mate!" he finished finally.
"Can't I just wake up?" she asked. Shaymin shook his head and his fur grew darker still in embarrassment.
"The t-t-transformation k-keeps you here..." he explained reluctantly. "If I t-take it off, the W-w-watchdog will b-be back before you c-c-can leave."
Marley sighed as she considered. Ultimately, she decided, she was more curious than worried. It wasn't as though she hadn't had sex before, after all, though she hadn't really seen what the big deal was. Her experience had been with a boy her age back in Cerulean, and neither one of them had been what you might call experienced. A few minutes after they had started, the boy had been done, and Marley had decided that the entire concept of sex was a fraud. It would be... interesting, yes, that was the word, to see how a pokemon would compare.
* * *
Marley gasped as the vines began to curl around her arms and legs. They weren't rough, but the smooth texture of them on her wrists made the entire sensation surreal. Then again, the entire concept was beyond reality. She was about to have sex with a pokemon, in a dream, so that she could avoid being attacked by another pokemon in the same dream. Her concept of reality was beginning to be somewhat elastic.
:This won't hurt a bit,: Shaymin promised. They had decided to mindspeak instead of vocally converse, because Shaymin's stutter was harder and harder to understand as Shaymin got embarrassed.
Marley refrained from commenting. How would Shaymin know if it would hurt, if he'd never done it before? She grinned upward at the sky. Even the vines were her idea, after seeing his vine whip.
:I can't wait,: she told Shaymin honestly. Once, in Jubilife, she had snuck into the Adults Only section of a video store and had seen a cartoon sex film. The scene had stuck in her mind ever since, and she wriggled with pleasure as she felt the tips of his vines reach the crotch of her sleeper. :Don't forget the zipper: she cautioned. She didn't want him to accidentally rip her clothes.
:I won't.:
Marley inhaled sharply as she felt her body leave the ground. Shaymin's vines lifted her over his head and she saw another vine wriggle past her waist and up to her chest, where it wrapped around the zipper and pulled it down. It made a buzzing noise as it slid all the way down to her ankle. More vines came from Shaymin's body, wrapping firmly around her now bare waist and torso, and the other vines began to pull the sleeper loose from her body. The cool night air tingled on her warm skin, and she shivered involuntarily at the sudden chill.
:Are you alright?: Shaymin was concerned. She smiled.
:Perfectly fine,: she assured him. The light breeze felt nice as it brushed along her body. Her nipples stiffened and she felt herself growing damp from the exposure. She felt embarrassed, slightly, but also very aroused. She hissed as one of Shaymin's vines accidentally brushed her pubic hair.
:That felt good.: Shaymin's mind voice sounded slightly embarrassed.
:Me, too,: she agreed.
Shaymin lowered her body gently to the ground and bounded over towards her. They spent a few moments cuddling there, the human and pokemon, before a distant howl reminded them of their business.
Marley reclined backwards, her arms and legs spread as Shaymin sniffed at her sex.
:Smells like flowers,: he opined. Marley blinked.
"Flowers?" she asked aloud, forgetting in her surprise to use mindspeech.
:Flowers.: Shaymin sent her an image of a bell flower with yellow petals. A... daffodil, Marley remembered it was called..
:If you say so,: Marley responded doubtfully. Then she gasped as she felt a tiny tongue on her clitoris. The electric contact jolted all of her nerves, and left her skin incredibly sensitive to contact.
:Tastes like flowers,: Shaymin added as though nothing had happened. His vines snaked out from under his fur again, and she felt them on either side of her hot slit. They began to work their way inside of her, and she found it hard not to wriggle as she felt them touching the entrance to her hole. She didn't want to dislodge Shaymin.
Seeming to sense her quandary, Shaymin slipped off her stomach and hopped over between her legs. More of his vines wrapped around her wrists, shoulders, waist and ankles and once again she found herself being lifted into the air. The vines in her pussy began to pulse inward, vibrating slightly as Shaymin's own arousal began to show in his movements. Despite her own eagerness, she found his evident attempts to control himself adorable. Encouraged, she sent him an image from the movie she had seen. He considered it, modified it in his mind, and sent it back to her. She approved, her eyes shining with excitement and curiosity.
His vines flipped her over so that she was being held facing down. One of the vines imbedded in her slipped slowly out, dragging damply across her legs and back to poke directly at her lips. She opened them and accepted the intrusion, slurping at her own juices coating the tendril. She was surprised to discover that the plant part tasted sweet, almost like pure sugar.
Even more vines came from her lover, two taking her breasts firmly and squeezing, and one flicking across her left nipple in time with the pulsing of the ones inside her. A fourth came up to join the one already in her mouth. The sensation was very close to what she had hoped; she felt like Shaymin was filling every part of her...
Almost every part. Once it was lubricated, the first vine in her mouth extracted itself and reversed its previous course, tracing lines down her back until it found the tight rosette that was Marley's last hole. She couldn't restrain a wince and a grunt as it began to press insistently at the opening. There was pain for several moments, until she became accustomed to the feeling. Then, the sense of being stretched began to overwhelm her; pain dwindled into a minor concern compared to the waves of pleasure emanating from her nether regions. She moaned around the vine still pulsing in her mouth. This was far better than her adolescent experiment in Cerulean.
Shaymin sensed her heightened excitement, and began to force the pace. The vines around her breasts began to pull gently but firmly downward, squeezing her fleshy orbs just hard enough to notice. The one flicking across her nipple started alternating back and forth, increasing its speed such that it truly started seeming like the vine whip that gave the attack its name.
"Hah, hah, hah," Marley gasped. The vine in her mouth was slipping in and out past her lips, just as she'd shown Shaymin in the image. She felt her legs spread widely by the tentacles around her ankles and the vines in her ass and pussy began to drill in and out of her. Each movement brought a moan and another flash of pleasure from her groin. The one in her cunt was touching places Marley hadn't even realized she had, it was in so deep, and a whimsical part of her mind showed her the image of a skewered ham she had bought several weeks ago roasting over her fire. She looked much like that, she thought to herself, and the thought itself brought a rush of juices from her nether lips.
Moments later, the vines erupted into her. The one in her mouth expelled a fluid which tasted vaguely like honey, and she gulped it down eagerly. All the vines were ejaculating similar juices onto her body or inside of her, and she wriggled. Her mind went blank briefly and she saw a kaleidoscope of colors flash before her eyes as the sensation pushed her over the top. She only vaguely took notice of Shaymin's vines lowering her carefully to the ground.
"D-did you enjoy that?" Shaymin asked anxiously.
"Very... much..." gasped Marley, lying on her belly in the flowers. She couldn't quite summon the energy to stand. Shaymin didn't respond, and Marley looked over her shoulder to see Shaymin licking the tip of his cock. It wasn't very large, as humans count such things; perhaps three inches in length and half an inch in diameter, tapering to a point, but it seemed monstrous in comparison with his size.
"You can... ha... stick that in, if you like," she murmured, catching her breath. She rolled over on her back and spread her legs enticingly. "We're supposed to be mates, after all," she added with a twinkle of amusement in her eye. Shaymin required no second invitation. For the second time that night, Marley felt something slip into her cunt. Shaymin was perched on her mons, four paws spread to brace himself, his penis pressing at the entrance to her hole. She looked up as she realized he was waiting for something. He was staring at her, and visibly controlling the urge to push inward.
"Go ahead," she encouraged him. It seemed to be what he was waiting for, and she gasped as his full length penetrated her. It was, as we have noted, not very much by human standards, but for Marley, who had only had two other things in there before, it still felt fairly big.
:Here I go,: he told her, sounding nervous. Marley had time just barely to realize that this was Shaymin's first time, before he started pounding into her. His little body flexed so quickly she had trouble following it, and each flex brought a flash of nearly painful pleasure from her already sensitive cunt.
Shaymin quickly climaxed within her, and she felt tiny ropes of his cum splash inside of her, hot and sticky. The knowledge that she was being mated by a pokemon-who was better than the human she'd once had, by God-and the aura of satisfaction Shaymin was projecting was too much for her, and she shrieked aloud as a second orgasm, more powerful than the first, ripped through her body. She shook violently as pleasure conquered her mind. Stars sparkled in her eyes as she felt reality fading from her grasp.
Shaymin looked down at his mate with an amused look. :That's odd,: he thought to himself. :Maybe it was too much for her to begin with.: For Marley's eyes were close, and she was sucking her thumb in slumber. When one has spent two nights in a row awake, even though Marley thought she was dreaming, eventually the exhaustion catches up. This is especially when, as in Marley's case, one of those nights is spent in incredibly energetic activity. Shaymin set about finding a large leaf and some water to bathe her in. He was himself a bit tired; this was his first time to mate, and it had been with a partner who took genuine pleasure in experiments. He took a last look at her as he bounced away, taking possessive pride in the peaceful look on her face.
When she awoke that morning, the flowers and rocks were gone. A bare slab of granite lay beneath her, and she was firmly clothed in her sleeper. She sighed at the sudden presence of reality. With sudden depression, she rose to go bathe and prepare for the day, but she stopped just as she reached the water. She looked down to see her face staring back at her, framed with green hair sprinkled with yellow flowers. On her left temple, a large pink flower was just blossoming, and spread its petals as she watched. Her lips were still encrusted with the honey-like substance from Shaymin's vines.
:Don't forget.: a voice she recognized as Shaymin's told her. :We'll meet again someday. For real.:
The End?
By request of Persium
:The pokemon in the flowers...:
:Seek the pokemon in the flowers...:
Marley had been tormented by the whispering voices for a long time. Urging her, commanding her, forcing her out of her comfortable home in Cerulean City, across three regions and two birthdays, seeking the "pokemon in the flowers." Now, she thought with some satisfaction, she was nearly at the end of her journey. She felt her pokemon partner's approval even through the veil of the pokeball. If nothing else, she had exhausted all other alternatives. Here, at the end of Route 224, she was bound to find something.
An hour and a half later, Marley wasn't quite as confident. She was tired (again), battered (again), dusty (again), and in all other matters, definitely prepared to call it a day. She looked around and halfheartedly surveyed her surroundings. She sighed.
"My standards have come down a little, Arcanine," she murmured. "This actually looks like a pleasant place to sleep." It was a far cry from her luxurious apartment back home, now barely a dim memory, but compared to some of the places she had slept--she shuddered at the memory of Wayward Cave-- it was positively inviting. The pasture was filled with small pink and blue flowers such as Marley had seen in countless cities and gardens in her journey. She would have pitched her tent, but... the one she had started out with had worn out before she left Kanto, and the second one had fallen overboard when she was sailing to Sinnoh. Since then, she found, tents were hard to come by. She had grown used to it, like every hardship she had endured.
:The pokemon in the flowers...:
Even now, the voices would not permit her to relax fully. She found a flat rock in the middle of the flowers, and unrolled her sleeping bag. Scanning the area quickly to see if anyone was watching, she stripped off her dress and slipped into her pajamas. It was one of the few comforts she retained from her previous life; a soft, warm sleeper which zipped up the front, and was a nice mint color. She adored it, though she figured it would only be a matter of time before the stresses of the journey caught up with it. Her favorite part was the pink flower stenciled over her left breast.
What with one thing and another, it was unsurprising that Marley drifted off very quickly after lying down. It was less surprising that she should happen to dream. Even less so, when one takes into consideration that Marley had very developed psychic abilities, and the area she chose for her bed was a very, very old one. It was quite old enough, in fact, to have significant power in its own right.
Marley stood in the middle of the field of flowers. She was still in her sleeper, and there was a vague haze around the edges of her vision that told her quite clearly that reality had been suspended for the moment. A movement from her left caught her attention, and Marley turned to face it, reaching reflexively for the pokeballs that would normally be at her waist. They weren't there, and she flushed in annoyance.
The flowers rustled again, and she watched with growing apprehension as the whatever-it-was crept closer. Then, all of a sudden, the rustling stopped, just at her feet. Marley looked down to see a small black nose peeking out at her from the flowers. The nose was attached to a furry white snout and two intelligent-looking eyes peering out at her with frank curiosity.
:Are you my new friend?:
Marley flinched slightly at the sound of the new voice. Then she blinked. The voice had been just like the ones that had pressed her to leave her home, and Marley suddenly realized that her journey had ended. Even if this was a dream, she thought, it felt real enough that perhaps, finally, she would be allowed to go home.
:Home?:
"Yes," she responded aloud. "Home. Where I used to live, before I came here." An image surfaced in her mind of her old apartment, and its rooms. Without realizing why, she knew that the... pokemon?... at her feet had provided it. "That's the place," she confirmed.
:Looks nice.:
Somehow, the voice sounded wistful. Marley smiled. She'd never heard emotions in the voices before, but this voice sounded nearly human. In fact, it sounded a bit like a young boy, perhaps 12 or 13. Not much less than two years her junior, at any rate. "What's your name?" she asked, addressing the question to the small nose and snout that was all she could see of the creature.
:Shaymin.: The response was firm, though there was a hint of equivocation-Shaymin didn't seem to know if that was his own name or what his species was called.
"Shaymin? That's a cute name." The flowers rustled again, and as if encouraged, by her response, the rest of the creature emerged. Marley had never seen a hedgehog, but if she had, she would have described the creature as a white-furred hedgehog with green needles and flowers on its back. The needles looked and, Marley discovered as she reached down to stroke the creature, felt, like soft grass. Shaymin seemed to shiver as he felt her hand on his back. Suddenly, in the distance, a howling noise disrupted the serene silence. Marley jumped, and Shaymin vanished into the grass.
:You can't stay here!: he "shouted" in her mind. Marley stared down at the patch of grass and flowers at her feet in stunned confusion. :That's the Watchdog. He'll attack you if you are anywhere near me when he arrives.:
Marley nodded understanding once, and tried to force herself awake. To her shock and horror, her usual tricks were failing, and the mist at the edge of her vision seemed to clear. Was she still dreaming? Or had she already awoken. She began to run, and she heard rustling as Shaymin ran in the opposite direction. Marley heard the howling coming nearer and nearer, but she couldn't see the source of it. In a panic, she put on an extra burst of speed and...
Slammed her head into a large white boulder as she awoke with a start. She groaned as she sat up, and uttered a very unladylike word as she realized where she was.
The day passed slowly for Marley. The voices were still there, still urging her onward in the search, but they seemed muted. Less insistent, as though they were only trying to keep her from going back, rather than pushing her forward. She smiled more than once during the day at this new evidence that she was finally reaching the end of her long journey. Arcanine noted her newfound spirit, and responded to his daily training with vigor and energy that had been long absent. They both collapsed of exhaustion towards the end of the day, but Marley felt nothing except a deep satisfaction and hope that she would be transported back to Shaymin that night.
Her hopes were granted. It felt like bare moments after closing her eyes that she opened them again to find herself in the dream world. Shaymin was waiting there for her, peering out from a nearby flower bush.
:You came back!: he said with surprise. Marley smiled.
"Of course I came back," she chided him. "I've been hunting for this "pokemon in the flowers" for two years now. You think I'd simply give up and go home after having found you?"
:Others have,: was the sad reply.
"What's it like, living here?" Marley asked after a long pause, determined to change the subject to something happier.
:Would you like to see?: Shaymin asked.
Marley's skin began to prickle eerily. She looked down at her hands and saw that they were paling before her eyes. She put her hands to her hair and felt soft fur where there had once been stringy dry hair. Yellow and pink petals scattered when she shook her head to try to clear it. Suddenly, she could see colors she didn't even have names for. She twisted her head to look back at Shaymin. He had a recognizable smile on his face, though a minute earlier she wouldn't have been able to tell.
"Y-you c-can understand me n-now?" he asked anxiously. The power he had expended on the transformation was minimal; far more power was used by legendary pokemon daily in far less important tasks. He was truly concerned about how Marley responded to her new appearance, however.
"Perfectly!" Marley stood and twirled around. Her muscles seemed far more responsive than they had been, and her hands felt the breeze much more strongly. It was as though she was more sensitive to everything now. She told Shaymin so.
"I've always b-been able to sense a lot," he confessed. "I'm t-t-tied into the earth, s-so everything feels much s-stronger."
Marley amused herself for several minutes counting the veins on leaves one hundred yards away, then turned her attention back to Shaymin. The smile was still on his face, but it held a certain amount of fixation on it, as well, as though he couldn't bring himself to look away.
"This is great!" she cheered. She turned a cartwheel, and despite never having done it before, executed a back flip perfectly. "No wonder pokemon are so agile, if they get to work with a body like this!"
Shaymin nodded once, satisfied that she was enjoying herself, and enjoying himself by watching her. Her sheer delight in her new flexibility was matched only by his delight in her form-Shaymin was young, but old enough to be wistful that he would never find a mate of his species.
A growl came from the bushes nearby. Shaymin and Marley sprang together.
"The Watchdog," Shaymin whispered. "H-how d-d-did he g-get s-so c-close?" The flower pokemon's stutter had gotten worse immediately.
"I crept along very, very quietly," a guttural voice snarled. The Watchdog extracted himself from the bushes and Marley got her first glimpse of her pursuer from the night before. He looked much like a Mightyena, but his fur was so black that it seemed to absorb light from around it. Even the air seemed to grow colder as he came closer.
"Who is this?" he asked, pointing his nose at Marley. "I seem to recall having chased prey that smelled much like her, last night."
"This is... m-m-my mate," Shaymin offered the Watchdog. He sounded hesitant, and the Watchdog literally barked a laugh.
"Your mate," he growled. He looked over at Marley, then back at Shaymin. "She's not like you," he declared.
"No," Shaymin agreed. "She's f-f-female."
"That's not precisely..." the Watchdog began, then lifted his nose to the air. "Damn humans," he snarled under his breath. He looked at Shaymin and Marley again, still sitting together, Shaymin on the girl's lap. He curled his lip. "Very well," he muttered. "But, if she's your mate, I expect to hear and smell the mating scent shortly."
"B-b-but..." Shaymin began to protest. The Watchdog growled.
"That is the law. You must prove that she is your mate, or she must be treated as an outsider."
"W-w-would m-my... um... w-word of honor suffice?"
"No." The Watchdog sniffed the air quickly. "I must go now. But I shall be listening, and I have very good ears. If I don't hear something that sounds like mating from here, I'll come back. And if I come back, nothing you say shall stop me." He bounded away, his howl shaking the night again as he left. Marley looked down at Shaymin.
"Your mate?" she asked.
"W-w-what else w-w-was I s-supposed to d-do?" Shaymin asked, somewhat fearfully. "I c-c-couldn't th-think of anything else... and the t-t-transformation didn't convince him..."
"Which means..."
"We h-h-have to... m-m-m-m-m..." Shaymin's white fur deepened to a pale pink as Marley watched. "We h-h-have to... m-m-m-m...m-m-a...m-m-m-mate!" he finished finally.
"Can't I just wake up?" she asked. Shaymin shook his head and his fur grew darker still in embarrassment.
"The t-t-transformation k-keeps you here..." he explained reluctantly. "If I t-take it off, the W-w-watchdog will b-be back before you c-c-can leave."
Marley sighed as she considered. Ultimately, she decided, she was more curious than worried. It wasn't as though she hadn't had sex before, after all, though she hadn't really seen what the big deal was. Her experience had been with a boy her age back in Cerulean, and neither one of them had been what you might call experienced. A few minutes after they had started, the boy had been done, and Marley had decided that the entire concept of sex was a fraud. It would be... interesting, yes, that was the word, to see how a pokemon would compare.
* * *
Marley gasped as the vines began to curl around her arms and legs. They weren't rough, but the smooth texture of them on her wrists made the entire sensation surreal. Then again, the entire concept was beyond reality. She was about to have sex with a pokemon, in a dream, so that she could avoid being attacked by another pokemon in the same dream. Her concept of reality was beginning to be somewhat elastic.
:This won't hurt a bit,: Shaymin promised. They had decided to mindspeak instead of vocally converse, because Shaymin's stutter was harder and harder to understand as Shaymin got embarrassed.
Marley refrained from commenting. How would Shaymin know if it would hurt, if he'd never done it before? She grinned upward at the sky. Even the vines were her idea, after seeing his vine whip.
:I can't wait,: she told Shaymin honestly. Once, in Jubilife, she had snuck into the Adults Only section of a video store and had seen a cartoon sex film. The scene had stuck in her mind ever since, and she wriggled with pleasure as she felt the tips of his vines reach the crotch of her sleeper. :Don't forget the zipper: she cautioned. She didn't want him to accidentally rip her clothes.
:I won't.:
Marley inhaled sharply as she felt her body leave the ground. Shaymin's vines lifted her over his head and she saw another vine wriggle past her waist and up to her chest, where it wrapped around the zipper and pulled it down. It made a buzzing noise as it slid all the way down to her ankle. More vines came from Shaymin's body, wrapping firmly around her now bare waist and torso, and the other vines began to pull the sleeper loose from her body. The cool night air tingled on her warm skin, and she shivered involuntarily at the sudden chill.
:Are you alright?: Shaymin was concerned. She smiled.
:Perfectly fine,: she assured him. The light breeze felt nice as it brushed along her body. Her nipples stiffened and she felt herself growing damp from the exposure. She felt embarrassed, slightly, but also very aroused. She hissed as one of Shaymin's vines accidentally brushed her pubic hair.
:That felt good.: Shaymin's mind voice sounded slightly embarrassed.
:Me, too,: she agreed.
Shaymin lowered her body gently to the ground and bounded over towards her. They spent a few moments cuddling there, the human and pokemon, before a distant howl reminded them of their business.
Marley reclined backwards, her arms and legs spread as Shaymin sniffed at her sex.
:Smells like flowers,: he opined. Marley blinked.
"Flowers?" she asked aloud, forgetting in her surprise to use mindspeech.
:Flowers.: Shaymin sent her an image of a bell flower with yellow petals. A... daffodil, Marley remembered it was called..
:If you say so,: Marley responded doubtfully. Then she gasped as she felt a tiny tongue on her clitoris. The electric contact jolted all of her nerves, and left her skin incredibly sensitive to contact.
:Tastes like flowers,: Shaymin added as though nothing had happened. His vines snaked out from under his fur again, and she felt them on either side of her hot slit. They began to work their way inside of her, and she found it hard not to wriggle as she felt them touching the entrance to her hole. She didn't want to dislodge Shaymin.
Seeming to sense her quandary, Shaymin slipped off her stomach and hopped over between her legs. More of his vines wrapped around her wrists, shoulders, waist and ankles and once again she found herself being lifted into the air. The vines in her pussy began to pulse inward, vibrating slightly as Shaymin's own arousal began to show in his movements. Despite her own eagerness, she found his evident attempts to control himself adorable. Encouraged, she sent him an image from the movie she had seen. He considered it, modified it in his mind, and sent it back to her. She approved, her eyes shining with excitement and curiosity.
His vines flipped her over so that she was being held facing down. One of the vines imbedded in her slipped slowly out, dragging damply across her legs and back to poke directly at her lips. She opened them and accepted the intrusion, slurping at her own juices coating the tendril. She was surprised to discover that the plant part tasted sweet, almost like pure sugar.
Even more vines came from her lover, two taking her breasts firmly and squeezing, and one flicking across her left nipple in time with the pulsing of the ones inside her. A fourth came up to join the one already in her mouth. The sensation was very close to what she had hoped; she felt like Shaymin was filling every part of her...
Almost every part. Once it was lubricated, the first vine in her mouth extracted itself and reversed its previous course, tracing lines down her back until it found the tight rosette that was Marley's last hole. She couldn't restrain a wince and a grunt as it began to press insistently at the opening. There was pain for several moments, until she became accustomed to the feeling. Then, the sense of being stretched began to overwhelm her; pain dwindled into a minor concern compared to the waves of pleasure emanating from her nether regions. She moaned around the vine still pulsing in her mouth. This was far better than her adolescent experiment in Cerulean.
Shaymin sensed her heightened excitement, and began to force the pace. The vines around her breasts began to pull gently but firmly downward, squeezing her fleshy orbs just hard enough to notice. The one flicking across her nipple started alternating back and forth, increasing its speed such that it truly started seeming like the vine whip that gave the attack its name.
"Hah, hah, hah," Marley gasped. The vine in her mouth was slipping in and out past her lips, just as she'd shown Shaymin in the image. She felt her legs spread widely by the tentacles around her ankles and the vines in her ass and pussy began to drill in and out of her. Each movement brought a moan and another flash of pleasure from her groin. The one in her cunt was touching places Marley hadn't even realized she had, it was in so deep, and a whimsical part of her mind showed her the image of a skewered ham she had bought several weeks ago roasting over her fire. She looked much like that, she thought to herself, and the thought itself brought a rush of juices from her nether lips.
Moments later, the vines erupted into her. The one in her mouth expelled a fluid which tasted vaguely like honey, and she gulped it down eagerly. All the vines were ejaculating similar juices onto her body or inside of her, and she wriggled. Her mind went blank briefly and she saw a kaleidoscope of colors flash before her eyes as the sensation pushed her over the top. She only vaguely took notice of Shaymin's vines lowering her carefully to the ground.
"D-did you enjoy that?" Shaymin asked anxiously.
"Very... much..." gasped Marley, lying on her belly in the flowers. She couldn't quite summon the energy to stand. Shaymin didn't respond, and Marley looked over her shoulder to see Shaymin licking the tip of his cock. It wasn't very large, as humans count such things; perhaps three inches in length and half an inch in diameter, tapering to a point, but it seemed monstrous in comparison with his size.
"You can... ha... stick that in, if you like," she murmured, catching her breath. She rolled over on her back and spread her legs enticingly. "We're supposed to be mates, after all," she added with a twinkle of amusement in her eye. Shaymin required no second invitation. For the second time that night, Marley felt something slip into her cunt. Shaymin was perched on her mons, four paws spread to brace himself, his penis pressing at the entrance to her hole. She looked up as she realized he was waiting for something. He was staring at her, and visibly controlling the urge to push inward.
"Go ahead," she encouraged him. It seemed to be what he was waiting for, and she gasped as his full length penetrated her. It was, as we have noted, not very much by human standards, but for Marley, who had only had two other things in there before, it still felt fairly big.
:Here I go,: he told her, sounding nervous. Marley had time just barely to realize that this was Shaymin's first time, before he started pounding into her. His little body flexed so quickly she had trouble following it, and each flex brought a flash of nearly painful pleasure from her already sensitive cunt.
Shaymin quickly climaxed within her, and she felt tiny ropes of his cum splash inside of her, hot and sticky. The knowledge that she was being mated by a pokemon-who was better than the human she'd once had, by God-and the aura of satisfaction Shaymin was projecting was too much for her, and she shrieked aloud as a second orgasm, more powerful than the first, ripped through her body. She shook violently as pleasure conquered her mind. Stars sparkled in her eyes as she felt reality fading from her grasp.
Shaymin looked down at his mate with an amused look. :That's odd,: he thought to himself. :Maybe it was too much for her to begin with.: For Marley's eyes were close, and she was sucking her thumb in slumber. When one has spent two nights in a row awake, even though Marley thought she was dreaming, eventually the exhaustion catches up. This is especially when, as in Marley's case, one of those nights is spent in incredibly energetic activity. Shaymin set about finding a large leaf and some water to bathe her in. He was himself a bit tired; this was his first time to mate, and it had been with a partner who took genuine pleasure in experiments. He took a last look at her as he bounced away, taking possessive pride in the peaceful look on her face.
When she awoke that morning, the flowers and rocks were gone. A bare slab of granite lay beneath her, and she was firmly clothed in her sleeper. She sighed at the sudden presence of reality. With sudden depression, she rose to go bathe and prepare for the day, but she stopped just as she reached the water. She looked down to see her face staring back at her, framed with green hair sprinkled with yellow flowers. On her left temple, a large pink flower was just blossoming, and spread its petals as she watched. Her lips were still encrusted with the honey-like substance from Shaymin's vines.
:Don't forget.: a voice she recognized as Shaymin's told her. :We'll meet again someday. For real.:
The End?