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The three young girls were sitting around a rectangular, wooden table, two of them on the long sides facing each other, while the third was on a short side, flipping through the pages of a binder. The room was disorderly to the point of being ridiculous. There were cards strewn across the floor, heaps of cards lying on top of every flat surface, some of them collecting dust since God knows when. There was a bookshelf in the corner of the room, and it was full of binders in every shape and color. On the opposite corner, there was a comfy but noticeably scraped leather armchair with a bunch of clothes on it. You'd have to dance your way to the table if you wanted to avoid stepping on things, but strangely enough, none of the three seemed to mind.

They were waiting, and Jennifer was the most impatient. She was tapping the table idly and looking toward things in the room at random, occasionally sighing as loudly as she could. On the table in front of her was a deck of cards. The other two girls had occupied themselves and were more calm about the situation. Sarah was silent as usual, sitting at a distance from the other two with all her attention directed to the binder in her hand, and the cards within. Sometimes she removed a card from the binder, added it to her own deck on the table, then took a card from the deck and placed it in the binder where the other card used to be, without making a sound. Megan, on the other hand, had her deck spread out face-up along her side of the table, and was inspecting the cards while giggling to herself every so often. She was mostly just looking at the pictures, not what the cards actually did.

"Let's just start already!" said Jennifer, picked up her deck from the table and started shuffling it. "It's been over thirty minutes now. She isn't coming."

After a few seconds, Megan looked up from her cards and replied, "Yeah, I guess so. But do you think she'll be okay with that? And how are we gonna decide on the dare?"

"She's disqualified from the match, and therefore the first to lose. Simple as that. We'll just play to decide the winner."

"Alright," Megan said and assembled her cards into a deck again, then started shuffling. Sarah closed the binder, placed it on the corner of the table, and also began shuffling her deck carefully. Meanwhile, there came a scratching sound from the armchair in the corner as a dozy cat had awakened from its slumber within the pile of clothes and started scratching the side of the chair, contributing to its dilapidation. It was no ordinary cat, it was a Glameow, with long ears white at the tip and a spring-like tail almost as large as itself curling up behind it. When it was finished, it glanced at the girls for a moment, then went out of the room to get some food.

Satisfied with her shuffle, Jennifer slapped the deck onto the table and leaned back in her chair, then cleared her throat and said, "I was SO looking forward to beating the crap out of Rachel with my new deck, and now she chickens out like this! But enough of that. If I win the match, I'm gonna give her the worst dare ever." She ended the sentence with a malicious grin.

Megan smiled back and said, "Nah, be nice to her now... she's probably just busy with something, being a trainer and all. You know she can be absentminded like that. And besides," she paused as she finished shuffling and placed her deck on the table, then mirrored Jennifer's grin and continued, "I'm totally gonna win this time."



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The front door closed behind her as Rachel stepped out of her house and onto the sidewalk. She had a small red house in the peaceful outskirts of town, on a long street lined with similar buildings. It was early in the evening, but there wasn't a lot of people around, and no cars in sight. The only sign of life around her was a lone Zigzagoon in her neighbour's garden, who was scurrying back and forth between toys and other objects on their lawn, examining them, picking up some of the smaller toys in its maw and moving them to a different place, all without rhyme or reason. When it saw her walking past, it yipped and ran forth to greet her. She knelt down and allowed it to nuzzle her, after which it quickly lost interest and ran into the garden again.

She started walking along the street toward the center of town, letting her mind wander as she passed the houses, each one almost identical to the last. After she had passed the first block, she stopped and reached into her handbag, pulling out a striped Ultra Ball from it. She then aimed and threw it at the ground, causing it to burst and release a flash of dragon-shaped light, which soon faded to reveal her companion. It was large, almost half a meter taller than herself, and stood proudly on its hind legs while it flapped its wings a little and took in the fresh air. It had the appearance of a cross between an insect and a dragon, with a light green skin color and a pair of antennae sticking out from its head and slanting back behind it. The insect-dragon looked around, and its trainer smiled.

"Flygon. I'm going to the club today. Would you like to fly a bit on the way there? We can meet up at the entrance."

The dragon nodded happily, and she walked up to it and stroked its antennae lightly. Although it could not respond, it was a surprisingly intelligent creature. She gave it a pat on the back and snickered. "Have fun, darling!" With that, she took a few steps back, giving it space to take off. After tentatively flapping a few times, it leaped fast into the air and flew away, disappearing over the tall houses in the distance. She stuffed the Ultra Ball back into her handbag and resumed her walk down the block. She was approaching the center of the town now, and getting close to the relatively crowded shopping street, where trainers restocked their healing potions and similar items. She already had all the stuff she needed, but it was the quickest way to go anyway.

There were many trainers around today, both old and young, checking out the store windows and conversing. She passed the Poke-Mart, a general store that sold pokeballs, healing potions and other restoratives. There sat an Espeon outside of the Mart, calm and unmoving, with its forked tail curling upwards behind it. The large catlike creature was apparently waiting for someone. Rachel looked into the window, but the Mart was filled with people, so she couldn't discern who it was. So as not to disturb the Espeon she took the long way around it and continued on her path.

The next shop sold Technical Machines, those odd CDs that taught Pokemon moves, and the shop after that was a trading post where trainers gathered to swap Pokemon and items with each other. On its glass door a flyer had been posted, featuring sparkling colors and an image of a trainer sending his Charizard into battle, with the text "Think you can take on the best? Prove yourself in the annual Trainer's Showdown! Coming to Earthford on Tuesday, the 29th of July. Be prepared!" In the background behind the trainer there were silhouettes of other Pokemon forming a circle around it, and even one hovering high above the others in the air. This particular silhouette had the appearance of a small biped with a long, slender tail. There were a few other posters on the door, but they were old and wrinkled, advertising events long past.

She crossed the street, walked around a corner and went past another line of buildings on the other side. There was a Pokemon Center here for the trainers who battled each other in the city, with another poster advertising the Showdown on the wall next to the door. She continued walking along the same street, and the shops started to grow far between as she neared the edge of it. There was a fashion store with all kinds of accessories for both trainers and Pokemon, ribbons and contest items. Finally, the last shop was a Pokemon breeder's store, where you could purchase packets of pet food, vials of pheromones, adopt eggs that careless trainers left behind, and arrange for breeding with other trainers' Pokemon. She glanced at the bundles and packages lined up in the window, and briefly considered entering the shop for a look around, but there was no time for that. A few buildings later she was out of the shopping street and moving on toward her destination.

The club was located on the other side of the shopping street, in one of the less traversed blocks where the buildings were less expensive and also not as well-kept. It was jammed in between two other, larger buildings, and looked rather dilapidated on the outside, with the paint starting to wear off and bits of wood missing here and there. Unfortunately the inside of it wasn't much better, but it was basically free to rent so they weren't complaining. Just at the moment she reached the house, her Flygon came down from the sky and landed beside her feet first and took a few heavy breaths, then straightened and regained its posture, flapping its wings merrily. She petted it a little more, then pressed teh button and withdrew it into the striped ball.

She pulled out a key from her bag and opened the door leading into the hallway of the building, lined with shoes and a few jackets on coathangers. A doorway to the left led into the kitchen, and straight ahead from the entrance was the living room, where the others were sitting. The table was half-obscured, but Jennifer was in plain sight from the entrance and scoffed as she saw the visitor, but looked back at the surface of the table.

She got into the house, and while she took off her shoes, a Glameow darted out from the kitchen and out the front door. She closed the door after it and walked into the living room, where she placed her handbag in a corner. Megan looked up at her and said, "Hi there!" while Rachel looked at the table and saw that they were in the middle of a match - they had their decks on the table, cards in hand, and cards lined up in the play area in front of them. Jennifer had the most cards out, while Sarah had almost nothing on the table and Megan was somewhere in between. Megan signalled that it was Jennifer's turn, and she drew a card and looked at Rachel.

"Well, look who decided to show up. So what have you been doing today that is apparently SO much more important than this week's game?" She turned back toward the table again and continued surveying the situation at hand.

Rachel took off her jacket and put it up on one of the hangers while responding. "Oh, the usual. I was reading a few guides and looking up information on what TMs to use on my team. I'm gonna go to the tournament next Tuesday and I wouldn't want to come unprepared, y'know?"

Megan smiled at her and said, "Wow, you're going to the Showdown? That's awesome!"

"I don't expect to win." Rachel laughed. "But it will be fun to see the best trainers from around here, all gathered in one place." She walked back into the room and took a seat on the fourth side of the table, across from Sarah and with Jennifer on her right side and Megan on the left, and started rummaging through her handbag. "So what's up?"

"We're almost done, I think," Megan said and looked at Jennifer's cards. "It looks like it."

Rachel examined the table. "Hah. Look at the army of creatures you've amassed, Jennifer. Don't you think it's time to go for the alpha strike?"

"It's not that easy!" Jennifer said. "I can only kill one of them this turn. The question is WHO. I pick wrong and who knows what happens while I'm all tapped out."

"Rawr!" Megan said and giggled. "Watch out for my elf guy and his three ravenous beasts!"

Looking at Sarah and Megan's cards, Rachel replied "Well... Megan has four creatures, but she needs a little more damage to do it. She can win if she has an extra trick on hand. Sarah, on the other hand, has nothing left. Just eleven lands. Knowing her though, she'll probably pull a combo out of nowhere and take the win." With that, she went back to searching through the handbag. "You know, these choices are what makes this game so interesting. For every added player, the power of your own deck diminishes, and the overconfident find themselves fighting several opponents at once, while the smart player sits back and lets the threats take care of each other. It's all about how dangerous people think you are."

"We're not getting anywhere like this," Jennifer said, and started tilting her cards sideways. "I attack Megan with everything."

"So I block with this, and... I take a ton of damage anyway. Aww. I guess I lose. Good game!" Megan put down the cards she was holding on the table, stood up and stretched. "I'm gonna go get something to drink, have fun!" She walked out and into the kitchen. Now only Sarah and Jennifer were left, with Rachel spectating. Jennifer turned to her opponent. "It's your turn, Sarah. Let's see what you can do."

Sarah didn't say a word, but she drew a card and looked at the cards she had - five in her hand, and eleven on the table, which were all landscapes and no creatures. Some seconds later, she tilted four of the landscapes, took a card from her hand and placed it in the discard pile. "I play a tutor." She then picked up her deck and started going through it. Rachel and Jennifer were both watching as she took a card from the deck, put it in her hand of cards and started shuffled the deck. Rachel was smiling, and Jennifer just gazed. Finally she was finished with the shuffle and replaced the deck on the table. She tilted all her remaining cards, and revealed the card she had searched for. "We swap control of all creatures until the end of the turn."

"Ha! Well played!" Rachel said, while Jennifer watched in horror as Sarah moved over all the creatures to the other side of the table, and announced calmly, "I attack with everything."

"Well, THAT was unexpected. Congratulations." Jennifer said and sighed. "That means you'll decide on the dare. And since Rachel was late to the game today," she sneered at her and continued, "We count it as a loss on her part. So dare her to do something, will you?"

"I don't remember seeing that in the rules." Rachel said, rolling her eyes. "But! To uphold my honor as a member of the club, I'm going to accept the dare anyway. What's it gonna be?"

There was a moment of silence before Sarah spoke. "I don't have anything particular in mind. Jennifer can come up with it." Then she picked up her deck and began sorting it in a meticulous manner, putting lands in one pile on the table, creatures in another and spells in a third.

"Delightful! Thank you. Hmm..." Jennifer drifted off in thought. "Let's see... what have we done lately? Three weeks ago, I think it was, Rachel made Megan go out to the city route and catch a Rattata. Then the week after that, Megan made Sarah pick a dozen berries from the mayor's garden... seriously! It's been ages since we did anything cool."

"Hey!" Megan shouted from the kitchen, "Anyone want some dessert? Like, cookies or something? There are some left over here."

"That would be wonderful!" Rachel said, then turned to Jennifer and continued, "If you don't mind, I'd like a dare that lets me get some fresh air... maybe go somewhere remote. Just trying to give you some inspiration. It's your choice."

"Oh, I can give you some fresh air all right." Jennifer smiled mischievously. "How about you go out to some place, like... umm. Name a place."

Rachel said, "The forest?"

"Okay. You go into the forest. Right in the middle of it, I want you to get completely naked. Then take a picture of yourself and bring it to me."

"Ha," Rachel replied, "Is that all? That's not much of a challenge."

"Huh?" Jennifer sneered again. "Well it's a lot better than the other dares we've done lately, at least. Seriously, though... oh, I know!" Her eyes lightened up, and she stood up from her chair and went to a drawer in the corner of the room, while Rachel watched with curiosity. After some searching, she found what she was looking for: a bottle full of a transparent liquid. She snickered and scraped the surface of it until the label came off, which she crumpled and threw in the trash bin. Then she returned to the table and placed the bottle in front of Rachel.

Rachel looked at the bottle and raised an eyebrow. "So... what's this? Deodorant? What does it have to with the dare?"

"As an added challenge, I want you to soak yourself in this stuff while you're there. Keep it on for a few minutes, let it settle in... that's all. I will ask nothing more."

Rachel picked up the bottle from the table, gave it another glance, and then put it in her handbag. "All right! That was a pretty weird dare, but consider it done."

Megan came back from the kitchen carrying a tray with biscuits, some apple juice and four glasses on it. "Time for cookies! Make some room, will ya?" Sarah assembled Megan's cards into a pile, and Megan placed the tray on the table. Then she sat down and helped herself to a glass.

"Nice! Thanks, Megan." Rachel took a biscuit and started munching on it. Then she filled her glass with juice and said, "What time is it?"

Megan checked her watch and said, "It's six o'clock. Why do you ask?"

"Hm, it's not that late yet. I could get the dare over with today. Just need to go get the camera from my house first." Rachel finished her glass and stood up. "I better get going."

"Oh, you're leaving already? Don't you want to play a game with us first?" Megan said. "I didn't get a chance to show you my new elf deck in action! Oh well."

Rachel went into the hallway and put on her shoes and jacket again. "See ya later, everyone!" With that, she opened the front door, and the cat slipped in again, its spring-shaped tail sailing along behind it. Megan waved and said, "Whatever you're gonna do, have fun!" Rachel closed the door behind her while the Glameow scurried into the living room and jumped up on the armchair where it slept earlier. Sarah was perusing a binder and replacing cards from the three piles on the table. Jennifer was just gawking at the door in disbelief.

"Oh my God. She's really going to do it."

"Do what?" Megan asked.

"The dare. She took the... never mind." Jennifer filled her glass and took it plus a biscuit from the tray, and said one last thing to herself before dropping the subject. "This will either turn out very badly... or really disgusting. I can't tell."



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The sun was slowly descending into the horizon, but it blanketed the forest in its light a moment longer. The birch trees were still adorned with colorful leaves this late autumn afternoon, and the migratory birds had not yet left for warmer climates; their song could be heard from the canopy above, accompanied by the rustle of leaves as a slight breeze went through and subsided. Most of the forest was densely wooded and obscured the distance from view, but this particular area had a large clearing where there was only thin grass, a few large rocks near the edge of the trees, and a patch of dirt in the middle. Next to the dirt lay a curious creature with the shape of a kangaroo and a cap on the top of its head resembling a mushroom. It was resting with its eyes closed and its breaths light and far between, flat on the ground and facing the dirt in the center of the clearing.

Suddenly the wind picked up again and the foliage swished as it was hit by the gust, which woke the creature. It looked around, and with no danger in sight, it closed its eyes and tried to doze off... and just when it had calmed down, another gust of wind came through, this one even stronger, almost like a storm was brewing. The creature sat up and shook its head as a few leaves settled on the ground nearby. It raised one eyebrow and looked in the direction that the winds came from, but the air was still. It sighed and crashed down tired on the ground again. Some minutes later it seemed like the disturbance had finally faded...

The creature yelped and jumped away as a third, even mightier current came, and this one kept on blowing at full force long after the others had finished. The creature turned away and dived for cover in the bushes nearby, while the foliage of the trees twisted and turned in the wind. It could hear a faint sound over the hustling leaves - a singing sound that increased in volume by the second. It looked up from the bushes to the sky, and saw a large dragon arriving by flight above, stopping right over the clearing and landing feet first in the dirt there - when it did, the wind started to calm down. From the back of the dragon a human girl jumped off, and she began combing her hair, fixing the mess caused by the flight and the strong winds.

"Sweet Lord... I know I told you to hurry, but we also have to keep a low profile here! I swear it'll be a miracle if no one noticed us, whipping up a storm like that." She tossed the comb into her handbag and looked around herself. The insect-dragon beside her was doing the same, examining the surroundings with all its senses, but the place was serene. The wind had stopped now, and only birds could be heard nearby. "Well, I can't be too careful. At this time of day there should be wild Pokemon nearby, maybe even a few trainers, and I'd rather not get assaulted while I'm doing this thing. Speaking of which, let's see if I have all I need with me..."

She began rummaging through the handbag. In there she found a camera, which she placed on the ground and continued the search. Then she found the most important item, the bottle. It was small, thin, and had a liquid in it that seemed to be just a bit more viscous than everyday water. She unscrewed the cap and brought the bottle to her nose. "Hm... it has a slight, tangy smell to it. Probably not deodorant, but I don't know what else it could be." She sealed the bottle again and placed it on the ground next to the camera, then looked around again, trying to discern any movement in the bushes but without result.

"Flygon." It heard its name and looked at her expectantly. "Go over there and jump up on the rock. Keep watch and tell me if you see anything." The dragon nodded, and dashed over to the rock as commanded. When she started feeling safe enough, she closed her eyes and dropped the handbag. "Temperate enough... let's do this." With that, she began undressing, folding each piece of clothing and putting them in a pile on the grass. A minute later everything was off, even the bra and underwear, and she stood there completely exposed. She looked down toward the bottle at her feet. "Actually, I forgot one thing... how the hell am I supposed to get back home again? With all that sticky stuff on my skin... eww." She picked up the bottle and unscrewed the cap again. Hesitating for a moment, she looked up at her Flygon, who was keeping guard with its back turned to her, and then she looked back at the bottle. "I've come this far. There's no turning back now..."

She poured a handful of it into her left palm, and applied it to her neck and shoulders, then to her arms, then to her breasts and torso. As she added more of the viscous fluid, the smell also became more noticeable, and she wished she'd had the forethought to bring a means of washing herself. Now there was only one handful left, and she dropped the bottle after emptying it. Being covered in this stuff gave her an odd sensation, and now that she was starting to get used to the smell, it actually felt pleasant somehow. She took a deep breath and almost forgot what she was here for, but then composed herself and picked up the camera. "Just one little task left, and I'm done. Let's see..."

As she fumbled with the controls on the camera, her reptilian companion sniffed the air and glanced at her, but turned back around quickly and continued with its task. However this was made more difficult by the second as the smell spread out from her - the Flygon's instincts welled and gnawed at its mind as it stood there, facing the other way. "Now how should I hold this... I can't take a good picture from here. Maybe I can place it on top of something and set it on automatic..." She walked back and forth in the clearing, found a sizable rock and placed the camera on it. Flygon turned around and saw its trainer on the other side of the clearing, still naked and with her back turned. It sniffed, and its heart started beating faster now, and it couldn't take its eyes off her. The girl pressed a button on the camera, then took a few steps backwards into the middle of the clearing, soles bare in the soft grass and dirt beneath. Seconds later, the camera flashed, and the Flygon blinked and turned away, distracted. "Phew! That should do it."

The girl walked up to the camera again, bent down and held the camera in both hands. "I can never understand how these things work... hm. I save it with this button, I think..." She took the camera and sat down with her knees to the ground, examining the buttons on it, until she thought she heard footsteps behind her and turned around - to find that the Flygon was right behind her, prone with its three-clawed hands in the grass and a vacant stare in its eyes. "Ah!" She jumped back and dropped the camera in fright - and the Flygon, hearing the voice of the trainer, snapped out of its confusion and blushed. "What are you doing? You should be keeping watch!"

Then it dawned on her why the Flygon was acting strangely - she still had that sticky liquid on her. "Oh, this? You don't need to worry about it. I'll be fine. Go back now." The Flygon blinked and looked away, and its trainer turned 180 degrees to pick up the camera from the ground. But the dragon didn't move - it closed its eyes a second and inhaled deeply, so close to the source that the smell was irresistible. Furthermore, as she bent down to look for the camera, she also inadvertently exposed her naked, glistening wet behind to the dragon. The dragon took a step forward, and before it could stop itself, took a long lick on her right cheek. "Ah...!"

She felt the dragon's tongue on her skin and was paralyzed, not physically but mentally. Nothing like this had ever happened before. She couldn't find the words to protest, and she didn't even turn around or move away as the dragon took another lick, and another after that. Her mind raced as she tried to comprehend what was happening and why the dragon was behaving as it did. "Flygon... don't..."

The Flygon was now taking smaller, quicker licks on her skin, and each time it edged closer to her genital area, which was also wet but for a different reason. She was ashamed to realize it, but she was enjoying this and longed for it to find that special place. Her position was getting uncomfortable, though, so she crossed her arms and put them in the grass, then rested her head on top and parted her legs wider, giving her animal companion a better view. The dragon paused and looked her in the eyes, and she looked back with a needful stare and her mouth slightly ajar, silently begging for it to continue. In response, it edged even closer to her and aimed straight for the hole, burying its nose for a moment which made her moan in surprise. Then it turned to lapping the insides of her opening, slurping up the juices that had been released from within. She grasped the grass firmly and turned her head around again, panting and watching the dragon with a squint as it continued to work.

It pulled back out and paused again, which brought her back to her senses, and she spinned around and sat on the ground, one leg raised and the other at rest under the first. She could now see the dragon clearly as it rose to stand up on its feet, cooing happily and presenting itself to her. It became apparent that she was not the only one aroused by the situation, for down at its crotch area a thick, red penis had started to protrude, about eight inches long and sticking out from a sheath-like cavity under its green belly. The Flygon tilted its head slightly, waiting for a decision on her part. She looked up at it and stuttered, unsure what to say. "Flygon... I... " While she spoke, she thought she saw a movement in the bushes on the other side of the clearing - but when she looked there, nothing could be found. She blinked and decided not to worry. She had already made up her mind.

She picked up the camera and stood up, then walked over to her clothes and dropped it next to the bottle and the handbag, while the Flygon continued looking at her. Then she saw it again - there was a creature in the bushes nearby. It was sticking out its head from underneath one of the plants and was watching the two intruders, however the mushroom-like cap on its head made it difficult to detect. "Hm... a Breloom? It doesn't look hostile..." It looked up at her and blushed when it realized that it had been found. She laughed and turned around. "Nothing to worry about. Let's do it."

She walked a little closer to the dragon, then turned and bent down again with her back to it and her arms laid to rest on the pile of clothes. The Flygon stepped forward and put its two front paws on her exposed rump, then positioned its feet at the right distance and prepared itself. She looked under herself and saw the insect-dragon's red member sticking out, so close to her own vagina that she could almost feel it, and she clenched her teeth in anticipation. Then, with a quick thrust, it was in.

She gasped and gripped the pile of clothes tightly as the dragon's thick penis made its way inside her, rubbing against her sensitive walls and filling her with every inch. When it reached the limit, the Flygon pulled it out again, rubbing her even more and stopping when only the tip remained inside, after which the dragon pushed inside once again. She could only pant and moan as the immense pleasure rushed over her, stripping her of all rational thought. As she watched the long, hard shaft go out and inside her time after time, a few drops of precum dripped from it and onto the ground. The Flygon took a new grip with its claws and continued thrusting into her tirelessly.

The bushes moved again, and the kangaroo-like creature that had hid itself so far popped out. The Breloom stood up and cried out, driven wild with arousal after watching them go at it for so long. She heard and looked up at it, to see that it was advancing toward her. She quickly realized why, as this creature also sported a fully erect penis between its athletic legs. This one was smaller, though - not as large as a human's, but close. She let it come closer until it was just in front of her, and in this position her head was at just the same height as its penis. She felt the Flygon give her a particularly strong thrust, and she moaned and opened her mouth wide. The Breloom saw this opportunity and walked right up to her, and before she knew it the kangaroo had pushed its penis right into her mouth. She was pleasantly surprised and started to explore this new member, feeling its firm texture with her tongue. The Breloom breathed erratically and buried its two clawed hands in her long hair, shoving into her a little as she sucked on his shaft.

The Flygon was still at work, but it too was starting to breathe heavily and out of rhythm. Their union was well lubricated at this point and his thrusts were quick and deep. When it felt that it was nearing its climax, it grasped with its claws, almost tightly enough to injure her but not seriously. It pulled out and then pushed with its last strength into her, burying itself as much as it could before it started spraying its sperm inside. The girl moaned, muffled by the Breloom's penis inside her mouth as the Flygon shot spurt after spurt of seed into her with its red Pokemon member firmly entrenched in her vagina. The Flygon kept it inside her a moment after the spurts had stopped, panting and holding her, not wanting it to end. Then it was finally satisfied, and slowly retreated from her, until its penis finally popped out from her, releasing its load of dragon semen onto the grass below while a long trail of it remained on its shaft. It sat down and breathed with its eyes closed and slowly recovered from the ordeal.

As the dragon retreated from her, the immense pleasure from its penetration subsided and she found herself able to focus on sampling the kangaroo's member more carefully. She let it slide out of her mouth, then began licking the underside of the red penis, and as she did so a few drops of precum leaked out of the tip which she quickly slurped up and swallowed. The Breloom could only wheeze for air and let out a low whimper while the girl licked along its shaft, slow enough to keep it from release. She pulled away and sat down with her knees to the ground, then looked up to the Breloom, which had its eyes half-closed and mouth open, taking small and quick breaths. The girl giggled a little at its expense. "Aww, you poor thing... don't worry, you'll like it this way." With that, she turned half-circle and faced the Flygon on her other side, which was sitting upright and still, with its still hard shaft sticking out down there, coated with a thin layer of semen as well as a few drops trickling out from the tip. "And I can't leave my friend like this, can I?" She bent down to lap up her dragon's seed from its shaft, first slurping up the stuff at the tip and then continuing along its side. While she did so, she positioned herself with her back to the Breloom, her butt angled lightly upwards, presenting her thoroughly soaked vagina to it.

It was on her in an instant, placing its arms on her back and pushing its red shaft right into her, mounting her while she licked on the Flygon's member. However the kangaroo-like creature's penis wasn't large at all compared to the dragon, not to mention that her hole was now completely drenched in their fluids, so it entered her easily. She aahed softly while it humped her best it could, and she continued her licking. The dragon was almost clean from the seed now, but its penis was still erect and inviting. Unable to resist she opened her mouth and took in as many inches as she could handle, reaching about half of the shaft before it became too much for her, and she kept it in her as the kangaroo thrust into her from behind. It now started to breathe faster and call out in a few short, high-pitched sounds while it pushed its member in and out, over and over until he finally came. It held on to her back tight, pushed in deep and spurted out a jet of cum, then it thrust in another time as the second jet came... and she sucked even more passionately on the dragon's red shaft as she felt the kangaroo semen flow inside her, mingling with what remained of the Flygon's cum in there.

Then it was over. The Breloom pulled out and stepped away from her, then collapsed in the grass from exhaustion. She took the Flygon's penis out of her mouth and sat up in the middle of them. "Oh my God. What have I done..." The moral significance of these acts had at last dawned on her, and she looked down on her own vagina, mixed Pokemon semen leaking out from within. She looked to her left side and saw the Breloom lying face-down and motionless there, only moving a little when it breathed. Then she looked in front of her and saw the Flygon with its still hard member pointing toward her. She looked up and their eyes met for a moment. "Flygon... this was amazing. I've never even thought about this before... and now it feels so right..." She moved up to the dragon and embraced it with open arms, putting their heads over each other's shoulder. As they cuddled his penis brushed against her belly, and she giggled. "Still horny, are you?" She broke the hug and stood up, looking around in the clearing. She saw her clothes next to the unconscious Breloom, as well as the camera and the empty bottle. "I think I know why..." She picked up the bottle and held it in her right hand like Hamlet holding a skull. "It's all so clear to me now. How clever of Jennifer, and how mischievous." Her face turned to a devilish smile, and the Flygon looked on as she talked to herself. "But I've got an idea how to exact my revenge..."



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"I think you need to add another color."

Jennifer looked up from the cards in her hand and made eye contact. "What, a third color? You can't be serious, Sarah! I'm having enough trouble with mana as it is!"

Sarah opened the binder in front of her and responded while reading in it. "That can be solved with nonbasics. The problem is that you lose to combos more often than not, and you cannot stop them without counterspells or removal."

"Whatever. I've had enough of this deck anyway. I'll put together a new one for next week." She assembled all her cards into a stack, then reached down to the floor and picked up a small box from under the table. She opened the lid and put the cards in it, sighing. "It doesn't seem like Rachel is coming back today. She probably chickened out and made up an excuse or something... I can't say I expected any better. What time is it, exactly? Megan?"

Megan was sitting in the armchair over in the corner and petting the cat. She stopped. "Hmm? Oh." She raised her right wrist and checked the watch. "Goodness, it's ten o'clock already. We really should be going... or are you waiting for Rachel?"

"Hmph. I guess so." Jennifer looked away. "She always keeps us waiting, and this dare wasn't even that complicated."

"You think something happened? Now I'm starting to get worried..."

Jennifer tried not to smile, but couldn't resist. "Yeah, that's a possibility. But there wouldn't be any fun in it if we didn't take risks, would there?"

Megan went back to petting the Glameow slowly, and it purred a little. "You know, I've been thinking about that. Many of these dares are dangerous and it's not very nice either. Do we really have to keep on making them? Can't we just, you know... play cards?"

"That would be SO boring. When there's nothing at stake, win or loss doesn't really matter at all. And besides, the dares are what we're all about. We're the Dare Club. If you don't think it's a good idea, we may as well close down the whole thing."

"I didn't mean it like that..." Megan said quietly. "Never mind."

The front door opened, and Rachel entered the hall with her handbag over her shoulder. "Hi all! I'm finished now."

Jennifer raised an eyebrow. "So you've brought the picture?" Rachel walked up to the table and opened her handbag, but Jennifer waved it off. "Actually, on second thought, I don't want to see it. I'll take your word for that, thank you very much."

"So you've changed your mind already? Well, I'll have you know that the picture is of me naked, right in the middle of the forest, just as you requested. I also completed the second part of the challenge, and although it is not apparent by looking at the picture, I have brought evidence." Rachel took a seat on the opposite side while Jennifer watched her inquisitively. Sarah had even paused to look up from the binder and see what was going on, while Megan observed the three from the corner of the room. After a bit of searching, Rachel pulled out the bottle and placed it on the table. It was filled.

Jennifer looked confused for a moment. "Oh, yeah. I had almost forgotten about that... but this doesn't make any sense. What do you mean by evidence?"

Rachel laughed. "Don't play ignorant with me. You of all people in here should know." She placed a finger on the cap of the bottle and wiggled it idly while the others watched. "The bottle you gave me. The one with the concentrated Pokemon pheromones in. Remember?" She closed the handbag and placed it on the floor. "It was a cowardly challenge and I could very well have been killed, but like a miracle the circumstances worked in my favor, and here I am."

Sarah had an angry glare very unlike her in her eyes. "Jennifer! You didn't -"

Rachel continued speaking, unimpeded. "So it seems that your esteem has taken quite a blow today. I'm willing to look over this pathetic act if you prove your courage to me, by accepting a counter-dare of sorts. Are you thirsty?" She picked up the bottle and held it in front of Jennifer. "I took the liberty of refilling the bottle for you. I'll tell you exactly what's in it right now. It's Pokemon semen, and I dare you to drink it."

She put down the bottle on the table, then leaned back in her chair and crossed her arms as an uneasy silence passed through the room. Now they were all looking at Jennifer, who looked at the bottle stupefied. "Now hold on a moment. You can't seriously expect me to..."

"Yes I do. What's the matter? Would you have preferred if I didn't tell you what it was until after you were done with it?" Rachel laughed.

Silence again. After a few seconds, Jennifer reluctantly reached forward and opened the bottle, picked it up slowly, held it closer and looked at its contents - a mass of sticky white goo. She wrinkled her nose before putting it back on the table. "No. This is revolting. I'm not going to drink it."

Rachel smiled. "Your loss." With that, she snatched the vial from the table, downed it in four noisy gulps, and put it back. "Ahh. Delicious." She wiped a bit of cum off her face while the others stared at her, and she turned to Jennifer. "Well, well. You led another into the same situation without a care in the world. Now you faced it yourself and shamelessly refused. You've wasted your chance, and I have nothing but contempt for you."

She spun around, picked up her handbag and stood behind the chair, leaning on it while she spoke. "I was starting to get bored anyway. As of today, I resign my position as a member of the club. I've got better things to do than play cards with a backstabbing hypocrite." Then she turned around and walked out of the room, through the hall and opened the front door. "Goodbye and have fun, you three!"

She closed the door behind her and sighed. Looking up to the sky, she saw it getting darker by the minute. She took out the striped Ultra Ball and released her Flygon on the street in front of the house. The insect-dragon flapped its wings a little and looked at her, a little tired. She stepped closer to it and gave it a hug, barely reaching up to the large dragon's neck as she did. "It's been a long day, sweetie. Let's go home." The dragon nodded, and she smiled. She looked at the handbag and thought to herself. "Tomorrow we'll go to the breeding center and buy a few extra bottles of pheromones. You never know when they'll come in handy."

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