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"--and did you see that Body Slam at the end?" The Heracross's eyes were wide. "I seriously thought she was going to crush him!"

"Yeah, well, no one's ever accused Jakara of being unenthusiastic." Jane grinned. "Besides, I don't think Justin minded -- he's had a huge crush on her all semester. He probably wishes she would Body Slam him more often."

Sara frowned. "Still though, in a practice battle? Somebody's gonna get hurt sooner or later. I feel like the professor should talk to her, tell her to cool off a bit."

Jane chuckled. "You try telling a Torkoal to 'cool off' and see how far you get. Anyway, I wouldn't worry about it too much -- I saw the two of them talking after class. I think she was apologizing. Either that or...uh..." The Ampharos stopped mid-sentence, distracted by something behind the Heracross. "Oh shit, not now."

"What?"

"Don't look, here comes Darren." She turned sharply, burying herself in her locker. "Sara, I need you to cover for me."

"What's up?" she asked curiously.

"I'll explain later, just cover!" the Ampharos whispered forcefully.

"Of course," she replied. She turned to face the male, scowling as he approached.

"Hey, Jane!"

"You can leave, Darren," the Heracross replied, folding her arms across her chest. "She's not interested in talking to you."

"Then let her tell me that herself," he said edgily, pushing his way past the bug-type. "Jane."

"What?" she answered without turning around, her voice dripping with venom. Not for the first time, the Ampharos wished she could learn a poison move, if only to make her ex-boyfriend feel as nauseous as she did right now.

"So..." He leaned up against the locker next to hers, grinning widely. "What did you think of last night?"

That was decidedly not the right question. "Seriously, Darren?" she asked, her eyes burning with fury as she turned to glare at the male. "Do you even realize how much trouble you've put me through? Leave me alone already!" Without another word she pulled her leg back and slammed her knee up between his legs, immediately turning back to her locker.

The Marshtomp's expression went from a cocky smile to an agonized grimace, paws moving to cover his crotch as he crumpled to his knees. "Oh my...you bitch," he coughed, his eyes squinting shut in pain.

Jane didn't seem repentant in the least. "There's more where that came from," she growled, forehead sparking with anger, "so if you want kids at all, I advise you to get out of my face."

"Fuck you!"

The Ampharos turned curtly to her friend. "Sara, hold him down for me, would you?"

"With pleasure."

Darren scurried frantically backward, out of the reach of the Heracross. "Alright, alright, I'm leaving! Fucking crazies." He struggled to his feet, one paw still cupping his injured goods as he adopted a bow-legged stance and stumbled away. "Urg..."

Sara watched him walk for a few moments before speaking. "You don't think that was maybe a little harsh?"

"Nope." The Ampharos glanced up as a giggle went up further down the hallway, a small group of 'mon laughing at the Marshtomp as he passed. "He deserves it after last night. Besides, that's the most action he's gonna get all week -- he should be thanking me."

"What happened?"

Jane rubbed her forehead wearily, the built-up static discharging in small bursts of electricity. "Let's just say he had a few too many berry juices and decided that the best way to suggest we get back together was to send me dirty texts. And naked pics. While my parents had my Poketch."

Sara winced. "Ouch. What did they do?"

"Grounded me indefinitely, because 'I need to learn something about responsibility.'" She exhaled tiredly. "I swear, ever since I evolved into an Ampharos they think I'm some kind of slut. Yes, I have hormones, but it's not like I didn't when I was a Flaaffy. You'd think my mom at least would know that. And now that this mess happened, I'll be lucky if they let me see another boy before I graduate."

The Heracross frowned. "I'm sorry."

"Not as sorry as Darren is, I hope." She shook her head, closing her locker. "Ass."

Sara nodded. "Mmm. Well, at least you got some pics out of the deal."

"What?"

"You did keep them, right?" Sara asked, grinning. "The naked pics, I mean."

"W-what?" Jane repeated indignantly, looking shocked. "Why would...I don't even like him!"

The Heracross just kept grinning, tapping her foot against the floor. "Well did you, or didn't you?" She raised an eyebrow.

Jane stood there indecisively for another moment, then begrudgingly pulled out her Poketch. Glancing left and right to make sure no one else was watching, she hit a few buttons and spun the screen around to display it to her friend.

Sara let out a low whistle of appreciation. "And you turned that down?"

The Ampharos looked at the picture again and sighed, frowning. "Only because of what it's attached to..."

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The rest of the day was uneventful, with just a few more classes and an afternoon battle practice before Jane headed home. When she got there, she found the house deserted, with only a note on the kitchen table: both parents would be out working until dinnertime. That was still several hours away, and Jane considered just turning around and leaving again -- until she remembered the security camera at the door that her father had installed a few weeks prior. She sighed. Porygons were good with technology that way.

With nothing good to eat in the fridge and nothing interesting to watch on TV, she soon retreated upstairs to her bedroom, lugging her backpack up the stairs behind her. She opened the door with an unfriendly shove, wincing as the doorknob slammed into the opposite wall. Oh come on, she thought wearily, the last thing I need right now is another reason for my parents to ground me.

Luckily, the wall seemed fine, and so did the rest of the room. It was nothing fancy -- a simple bed, a dresser, a handful of posters on the wall showing off various Johto league champions -- but it was home, at least. As she entered she dropped her bookbag next to her bed, pausing to glance at herself in the mirror propped up against the wall before she flopped down exhaustedly onto her bed.

The Ampharos lay there motionless for a few moments, staring at the ceiling. Well, she was home. Now what?

She let out a tired groan, kicking off her sandals. Everything was so messed up. To think, 24 hours ago everything had been so much simpler...she grabbed her pillow, holding it over her head in frustration and resisting the urge to scream. Stupid Darren. Stupid parents. Stupid everything. She gave the pillow a short shock of anger, the electricity crackling as it jumped between her fingertips. She hadn't done anything wrong, and yet everything was going wrong. It was all...so...frustrating!

With a heavy sigh she let the pillow drop to her side, resisting the urge to rip it in two. 'Frustrating' was the right word -- her body was bottled up in more ways than one. As much as she tried to deny it, the urges had gotten stronger ever since she'd evolved...and ever since she'd broken up with Darren, it had been a rather difficult itch to scratch. Suddenly every boy in school had become eye candy, from the ripped Machoke in her English class to the awkward, stuttering Mr. Mime that was her partner in Physics lab. In class she found her mind continually drifting, undressing her classmates, always sinking further into the gutter...

And to make things that much more confusing, now even the girls were starting to grab her attention. Washing down in the showers after battle practice was becoming increasingly difficult, as she tried not to gawk at the collection of female bodies surrounding her. It was enough to make her sweat, and that didn't even cover the act of bathing itself: rubbing soap across her breasts, her stomach, down her legs, the water running over her naked body. It felt so good...and every time she glanced at the other girls around her, she thought about how much better it would feel with someone else joining in. After all, having that many naked 'mon in one place was pretty much begging for an orgy, right?

Jane whined aloud, rolling onto her side and drawing her knees in close to her body. It wasn't fair. She'd been a good girl, gotten good grades, worked hard on and off the battlefield. Was it so bad to want something in return?

"Of course not," she grumbled quietly to herself. "And sometimes a girl just wants some sex." All she needed was an hour alone with that Rhydon who'd been flirting with her in the hall...or maybe that Raichu in her ethics class, the one with the cute little birthmark on his ear. Didn't he have a girlfriend, though? Ah hell, let her join in too -- the more the merrier, right?

She shook her head, clearing her thoughts. She was stuck at home, alone for the afternoon. No one was coming to sex her up, and nothing could change that.

On the other hand, she did have those pictures...

The Ampharos rolled over and rummaged through the bookbag she'd dropped at the side of her bed, producing her Poketch from one of the side pockets. Quickly she booted it up and navigated to the photos she'd been sent last night -- photos which, miraculously, her parents had neglected to delete. She silently thanked Arceus for that oversight as the images came up onscreen, her previous boyfriend of five months displaying...well, displaying the same kind of affection he always had. Eight inches of it.

He's a jackass, Jane reminded herself, even as she flipped back and forth between pictures. You broke up with him for a reason. Still, the aching emptiness between her legs just seemed to intensify as she lay there, examining her ex's penis from several different angles. She stopped on one photo, Darren's paw wrapped firmly around himself, and couldn't resist sliding her own paw beneath the waistband of her shorts. Where that cock had been many times before.

You always were good at getting in my pants, she mused, continuing to look over the Marshtomp's pride. Oh well. As long as these pictures are going to ruin my life, I might as well enjoy them, right? I could use some 'me' time.

The Ampharos stopped and sat up, swinging her legs over the side of the bed. In one quick motion she pulled her shirt up over her head, tossing the red halter-top into a corner, then continued by shimmying out of her shorts, kicking them aside as well. Next to go was her bra, after a few moments of fiddling with the clasp. Finally, she stood up and bent down to take off her last article of clothing, the pair of purple panties fit snugly around her waist, leaving the electric-type fully nude.

As she straightened back up, Jane took a moment to examine herself in the mirror propped against the wall, eyes scanning over the Ampharos body she was still getting used to. It was strange, to think that blinking face with the crystal in its forehead was hers, but not nearly as strange as it had seemed a few weeks ago. Then she had been a bit freaked out; now she was more curious than anything.

Of course, evolution had brought along plenty of changes, both good and bad. Jane reached down and cupped the twin mounds of flesh on her chest, grinning at what had been one of the more positive developments. It had been an unexpected change, going from an A-cup to a C-cup overnight, but certainly not an unwelcome one -- and it was a bit of a relief to know that her final form was a busty one, after spending years as a flat-chested Flaaffy. Though it did mean wearing sports bras when battling from now on.

From this angle, the rest looked pretty good too. Her smooth white belly was flanked by a pair of gentle hips that sloped downwards into powerful thighs, which had given her a new burst of speed and agility on the battlefield. Her legs then tapered further into small yellow feet, which had taken a few days to get used to. She lifted each foot, flexing her toes experimentally. Her balance had suffered initially, as her center of balance had changed, but the transition wasn't nearly as bad as the first time she had evolved. Already she had started to figure it out again, and now she was faster on her feet than ever.

Jane turned to glance at her backside, what used to be a mess of white curls but was now just an expanse of smooth, yellow skin. She flicked her tail back and forth a few times, feeling the added strength at the base and the added weight at the tip. It had gotten longer and thicker, and the ball at the end had grown with her, changing colors to match the gem on her forehead. Finally, her gaze drifted lower and settled with a half-frown on her rear. Bigger, definitely, big enough that after evolving she'd started herself on a diet...though with all the heavy legwork she'd been doing recently, that whole area had started to develop some subtle muscle. In fact, the more she looked at her behind, the more it seemed kind of cute, even if was larger than it had been before. She gave herself a pinch and smiled cautiously. Maybe it didn't hurt to have some booty after all.

Having concluded her brief inspection, Jane lay back down on the bed, making a soft noise of approval as her bare skin slid across the silken sheets. It was easy to forget how being naked just felt good.

But the situation was still far from perfect, she reminded herself, glancing once more at the Poketch sitting next to her pillow. What she really needed was someone else naked with her. With a quiet sigh she glanced down at the slit lying between her legs, then over at the nude picture still displayed onscreen. She could almost remember how it felt, having that piston in and out of her, but a memory just wasn't enough...

With a huff she reached downwards, the fingers on one paw curling to rub at her sex, and immediately started to feel better. Jane allowed her eyes to slide shut as she ran her fingers lazily up and down the entrance to her moist entrance, stopping to play briefly with her clit before resuming her stroking once more. Already she could feel some of the day's tension melting away, the knots in her shoulders relaxing even as the muscles in her pelvis tensed. Slowly she allowed one, then two fingers to slip inside of her, tracing slow circles against the walls of her inner passage. Meanwhile her free paw meandered to her chest, squeezing lightly at one of her breasts. Now this is more like it, she thought happily.

Exploring her own body was...different, now that it was a different body. Not that there had been any radical changes, but five months with Darren had gotten her a little out of practice with her solo work, and evolution only accentuated that. Luckily, masturbation was a bit like riding a bike -- difficult to forget. And of course, it didn't hurt that she'd been brushing up on her skills on a nightly basis ever since the break-up.

Jane exhaled tensely, her pulse beginning to quicken as she teased herself. The hand at her chest was now tracing circles around her nipples, the hand between her legs thrusting inwards and outwards, her thumb rubbing gently against her clitoris. The Ampharos almost wanted to giggle at how good it all felt -- how good it felt just to have something inside her. She shuddered as her sex rippled around her fingers, the warm, wet walls gripping her digits and trying to pull them even deeper. Within a few minutes she was gasping, squirming at her own touches.

It was definitely good...but her body still wanted more. Jane let out a short moan and pulled her legs inward, biting her lip as she tried to force her paw further inwards. There were still spots she needed to reach, spots that needed touching. She glanced at the image lying next to her on the bed and groaned. She could still remember having that thick fuckstick shoved in her to the hilt, stretching her wide, pushing deep into her sex -- she needed that feeling, the simple satisfaction of being full.

Try as she might, though, the Ampharos couldn't get there. Fingers just didn't do the trick. It was something, maybe better than nothing, but the itch was so much deeper...this was just driving her even more crazy. She redoubled her efforts, this time using both hands to spread wide her outer lips. With three fingers she drove inward, trying to reach all the way to that spot, but it remained tantalizingly out of reach. The Ampharos thrust her hips upward off the bed, trying to force her fingers deeper, but still came up short, her sex begging for those last few inches. She wanted more. She needed more.

"Come on!" she growled.

She was close -- oh, she was close -- but it just wasn't enough to get there, to push her over the final plateau and into the climax she was so desperately seeking. Jane writhed in place for a few more moments, body aching for a finish, before finally giving up, pulling her paws away with a vocal groan. Almost immediately she tried again, a paw returning to rub frantically at her sex, but even with two fingers squeezing her clit it wasn't enough.

"Damn it!" she seethed, sitting upright and looking around the room for anything that might work as a makeshift sex toy. Nothing immediately suggested itself, so once more she turned and rummaged through her bag...finding only a selection of textbooks and a few mechanical pencils. Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, the female forced herself shakily to her feet, digging through her desk, her dresser drawers, and her closet -- but finding nothing.

"Aaaagh! You've got to be kidding me," she screamed, tossing herself back down on top of the sheets with a ragged moan. Her body was burning up, the hole between her legs still aching to be filled. Jane thumped her tail against the bed in frustration -- once, then twice, then three times, working out her anger on the mattress beneath her.

It was then, after slamming her tail down for the fifth time, that inspiration struck. Jane stopped her rampage and craned her neck to look down at herself. Curiously, the Ampharos curled her tail upwards, watching as the red ball at the tip appeared in the air between her spread thighs. She watched it hover there for a moment before she scooted forward slightly on the bedsheets, letting more weight rest on her back and giving her tail more freedom to move.

Was it long enough, she wondered? There was no way she could've pulled this off as a Flaaffy, but then again her tail hadn't been this long then, or this flexible. And I wasn't nearly this desparate, thought Jane to herself. Anxiously she bent her tail further, the tip curling back on itself inch by inch until it finally came to rest against her slit.

She murmured pleasantly, taking a moment to rub the orb at the end of her tail against her entrance. It felt different -- good, definitely, but so smooth it was almost alien. Not that that was a bad thing, she thought, exhaling happily as it brushed up briefly against her clit. It felt almost like someone else was touching her -- teasing her, in preparation for what was to come.

In her current state, though, even a few seconds of teasing felt like an hour of torment. Without any further hesitation, Jane reached down with both paws: one to spread her swollen folds, the other to help guide the entrance of her tail. Her breath caught in her throat as she began to push inwards, the ball on her tail pressed against her outer lips.

She had to admit, it was big -- certainly a lot wider than the fingers she'd just been using -- but it seemed doable. Darren had been about that thick at the base, after all. Jane took a deep breath and tried to relax as best she could, trusting her body to adapt. At least I'm well lubricated, she thought thankfully, feeling the wetness of her sex against her fingers. She continued to push inward, wincing at the pressure, gasping as she was slowly stretched by the intruder. As the pain began to increase, she began to wonder if it would ever fit, it it was just too much to handle, if this was all a bad idea -- and then it was suddenly inside of her, the end of her tail disappearing into her slit.

The Ampharos let out a groan of relief as it popped past her entrance, her back arching slightly as the discomfort gave way to a sudden burst of pleasure. Oh Arceus -- the thing felt even wider than it looked. Jane gave herself a moment to adjust, moaning quietly as her inner hand clenched instinctively around the orb. So much better than fingers. Who needed a boyfriend, anyway?

After a few seconds to catch her breath she decided to continue, pressing further inwards. The Ampharos marveled at the strength of her lower body -- now that she'd gotten past the initial barrier, her tail was able to thrust deeper on its own, without any help from her paws. It took a little effort, but it was completely worth it to be hands-free, to be able to look down and watch that length slowly sinking into her slit...she shivered, a paw drifting back to her breasts. She kneaded the flesh in her fingers as she began to withdraw her tail again, the sphere at the end rubbing deliciously against her walls.

The female began to work up a rhythm, melting into the bedsheets with a sigh as her tail moved inwards and outwards at a steady rate. She continued to tease herself with the paw at her chest, tweaking a nipple between her finger and thumb as a bead of sweat ran down the valley between her breasts. With her other paw she reached for something, her hand flopping about on the bed for a few moments before finally landing on her Poketch. With a satisfied grin she brought the screen in front of her face, licking her lips at the sight. Despite whatever history they might have had, Jane found herself imagining the Marshtomp. It wasn't hard. She could practically hear his grunts as he pistoned in and out of her, pushing her legs up over her head, driving his hips up against hers. Oh, he knew how to make her squeal -- too well, in fact. Early on in their relationship she'd had to work on her self-control, after a few embarrassing incidents of getting too eager and shocking her water-type lover.

Not that that's a problem now, Jane thought to herself, breathing heavily as she continued to pleasure herself. Nobody to worry about but myself. Still, she was getting awfully sparky -- all that friction between her legs was generating more static electricity than she knew what to do with. So without thinking, the Ampharos did what she usually did and let the excess charge run out through the ball on the end of her tail -- the ball she was currently using to fuck herself.

Immediately she gasped, pulling her legs in reflexively and slamming the tip of her tail deep inside herself. Jane let out a ragged moan as her sex spasmed, contracting around the thick length shoved inside of it. Her toes curled as the excess energy shot through her body, lighting up all her pleasure centers as it went. And in her mind -- well, it seemed to bypass the rational part of her brain entirely. Her fantasy of Darren was replaced abruptly by the image of an Ampharos male, furiously pounding her slit, sparks flying as he seeded her--

Jane almost twitched as she pulled her tail back outwards, her inner walls still milking the intruder as she did. So...good! How had she not discovered this already?! Unless...it wasn't just a fluke, was it? Anxiously she thrust back inwards, sending an experimental jolt down her tail -- and immediately cried out in joy, her body tensing once again as the sensations flooded her system. It was nothing but pleasure: pure, unbridled pleasure.

The Ampharos tossed her head back with a moan as the paw that had been fondling her breasts shot southward, moving to stroke her clit. Her body wanted release, now, and the Ampharos did all she could to get there, arching her back as she drew close to the edge. Once again Jane glanced at the Poketch clasped tightly in one hand, her hips coming up off the bed to meet an imaginary thrust. "Fuck!" she gasped, picturing her ex between her legs, or her mystery Ampharos, or anyone with a fucking cock -- anyone who could get her off. She continued to drive her tail frantically in and out of her passage, gathering up one last charge as she teetered on the edge of blissful oblivion. She could feel the wave coming, rushing over her and threatening to drown her with its intensity, and as it crashed down she finally let loose--

Jane squealed loudly, her body shaking and crackling with electricity as she climaxed. Instantly she abandoned her Poketch, reaching down with both paws to rub furiously at her clit. Her tail pistoned in and out of her slit at an impossible rate, the thick appendage plunged deep inside her sex and practically strangled by the squeezing of her inner walls. So many sensations -- Jane couldn't remember the last time she'd felt so good. She clung desperately to that feeling as she contorted in pleasure, all the day's tension released in one glorious moment of euphoria.

And then, as suddenly as it had come, it was over. It took a few seconds for Jane to stop panting and come to her senses, the female blinking once or twice in confusion before she remembered where she was. Almost immediately she noticed the heavy dampness of the bedsheets beneath her, blushing slightly at the realization. A glance down at her naked body confirmed that she was more or less covered in sweat, and the area between her thighs was now a sticky mess. Ah well. The sheets were going to need a good cleaning, but it was totally worth it.

The tail that had been working frantically between her legs just a moment before had now slowed to a stop, but the tip was still buried deep in her sex. Carefully the Ampharos withdrew her tail, unable to suppress a moan as the firm length left her body, the sphere at the tip coming out with a quiet 'pop'. She glanced down at the round ball, now soaked in her own juices, and couldn't help but smile. Evolution certainly had its advantages. Maybe being stuck all alone for hours on end wasn't such a bad thing -- not with a new trick like that. Of course, I'll need to build up some more stamina, Jane thought, wincing at the throbbing ache in her tail muscles. The appendage cried out in exhaustion from its unusual exercise. Jane let it drop and slump against the floor, letting out a short groan at her soreness. She reached down with one hand to massage the base of her tail. I guess I got carried away -- I'll have to work on that. Maybe I should look into learning Iron Tail...

Jane lay there for another minute, rubbing herself idly as she basked in the afterglow of her orgasm. She took a deep breath and exhaled, staring up at the ceiling as she tried to process the events of the afternoon. Maybe it had turned out to be an okay day after all. Or maybe not. After all, she still had her parents to deal with...and even now she could feel that nagging ache inside of her, demanding satisfaction. It was dulled, but definitely there -- and there was only one thing she knew of that could scratch that deep an itch.

Jane grabbed for her phone again, flipping the Poketch open and taking one more look at the Marshtomp displayed onscreen. She gazed at the picture for a moment before letting her paws drop to her sides, throwing her head back into the bed with a groan.

"Damn it," she grumbled. "I need to get laid."Chapter End Notes:As always, comments appreciated. This was a bit of an experiment for me, so I'm curious to see how it turned out :)

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