Story Notes:
No pokemon are mine, obviously, blah blah blah.... Grace is, however.
Beneath the Waters
A week had gone by, and nothing exciting had happened in Grace's life. She hadn't received any strange phone calls, no more mysterious letters with cash enclosed; no nothing. Not that it was an issue for her, of course. She was more than content, just strolling along through the forest, without a care in the world. It was just that she was developing a krick in her neck from looking back too often out of paranoia that was giving her hell. The past seven days were filled with nothing but dread and mixed emotions. While the sex had been good, and something her body was calling out for before, she didn't want it from a Pokémon. And she certainly didn't want the 'consequences that came along with it. It just didn't make sense. How was she able to lay a Pokémon's egg? It was all in the serum, she supposed, rubbing her neck gingerly. But the speed at which the egg developed was what truly bothered her. The development itself was rather painless; the Pokémon egg was smaller than a human child, so it took up less space in her womb. But it was still larger than anything that had passed through those walls. And it didn't even feel good.
She grumbled, sitting at the breakfast table, dragging her spoon through her oatmeal. It was still early in the day, and the sun was in the sky, shining its soft rays upon the ocean. The small waves rippled and glittered in the light. Now was a good a time as any to get out there and get the tan she had been needing, before the heat became too strong. Slipping out of her chair, she climbed the stairs to her room and shuddered faintly at the memory that loomed there. "Stupid, stupid... whatever he is..." She muttered darkly before browsing through her closet. Finally, she found what she was looking for and changed.
It was a pale blue bikini; her mom said that it flattered her. But that was a mom for you, always telling you lies to make you feel better about yourself. She took a look at herself in the mirror and released a heavy sigh. She really was horribly plain. Brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin... The blue only didn't entirely clash because there wasn't much it could clash with. Because of her plain-jane appearance, she could pretty much wear whatever she pleased, and no one would see her any differently. She mumbled about her pety existence, knowing her parents wouldn't miss her when she left. Heck, they didn't ask where she'd been all evening, or all day, even.
She got to the soft sand and kicked off her sandals. The sand was still a little chilly, but the sun would warm it soon enough. The towel she'd brought along soon found its way to the ground and she flopped down onto her stomach, staring out at the beach. She cradled her hear in her arms and idly kicked her feet in the space behind her. Nature was nice. The world didn't judge you based on how you looked, only the people living on it. Even that jerk, Arc, or whatever it was, called her boring. Everyone was basically out to get her, it seemed. But the ocean didn't care. It just ebbed and flowed endlessly, moving with the pull of the lunar phase. It, nor the sky, nor the sand beneath her cared much for people, and neither did she. She was perfectly content just lying there on her own, letting the soft purr of the waves lull her to sleep.
Some time later, she awoke. She'd though she'd heard something, bout after a quick inspection, she found that there was no one around. The tide had come in some ways; maybe a close wave was what had disturbed her sleep. Regardless, she didn't pay it much mind and turned over onto her back. The sun was bright above her, and she could feels its heat radiating down onto her torso. The warmth soothed her paranoid subconscious, and she was soon fast asleep once more.
About an hour later, another sound startled her and she sat up with a start. But, as before, there was nothing. Just the waves crashing in a cove further down the beach. The tide was at its crest, now, and her towel was only about a yard from its reach. She started to relax, telling herself it was just the ocean, and nothing more. She turned so that she was facing the horizon and sighed contentedly. It was about noon, now and after a brief inspection, she found that the sun had done nothing to improve her appearance. A frown presented itself upon her lips and she sighed. She hadn't really expected anything, but a little bit of a change would have been appreciated. Grace couldn't help but hang her head, distressed about her life in general. She rose, and began to pack up her towel when a small voice in the distance startled her.
"Wait... Don't go..."
It was soft, and it beaconed to her, listfully. She turned and looked, but found nothing. Puzzled, she shook her head. It was only her own silly thoughts playing with her. She was about to leave when she heard it again.
"Come into the water... We'll have fun. You look like you need a friend...?"
She gasped when a wave lapped at her feet. The water wasn't too cold, but it wasn't what she was expecting to feel. "He-... Hello?" Was the ocean really talking to her? That was just silly. The ocean couldn't talk. Another wave passed over her and she took a step forward. She looked over she shoulder where her towel had been dropped but forgot about it and took another step. The water came up to her knees when she stopped. Something slick darted around her ankles and she yelped, falling backwards onto her rump. "Ow!"
"I'm sorry!" The voice called out. "I didn't mean to scare. Only wanted to play..." Grace looked around, leaning back onto her arms. She saw something under the water a little further out, now swimming in her direction. A small red glow emanated from what could have been its head. Two more, smaller, white lights shone behind it. "We can play...?" The red shone brighter and a small blue head emerged from the water. It was very round and presented two large, round blue eyes, traced with yellow. And red light, she discovered, came from a small gem on its chest. The two smaller lights faded, but came from the two long antennae.
"Whu... What are you?
"My name is manaphy... Kyu!" The Pokémon smiled and swam backwards on its back. It flipped and dove under the water before coming up between grace's legs. "What's your name?"
"Grace..." She replied simply, smiling at the blue Pokémon. It was awfully cute, and its happiness was more than enough to cheer her up and make her forget about the life she was experiencing. The Pokemon giggled and swam around again. But in its play, one of its antennae brushed too high on her inner thigh. Grace gasped, not realizing the was so sensitive. She hadn't noticed that the little one had picked up on it.
"Are you alright...?" It asked innocently, head bobbing above the water level.
"Oh.. yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I just though about something..." She admitted, but revealed nothing. Her lips, however, were swelling as she thought about Archie and what they'd done a week earlier. She coughed uneasily and started to crawl backwards back to land. But something wrapped around her ankle and held her in place. "Manaphy.. It was nice meeting you, but- Ah...!" She gasped as his face brushed up against her thighs. She looked down into his large, sapphire eyes and stammered. There as something intoxicating about them; she couldn't bear to tear herself from them. Gently, his antennae were caressing her body, curling and stroking against her thighs, her hips, and wherever else they wanted to roam. Her arms were growing tired and she began lowering herself further down into the water. Manaphy climbed up slowly onto her torso until he was sitting on her ribs. He broke their gaze and lowered his face to nuzzle her breast. A soft moan passed through her lips as his smooth skin brushed against her, his flipper-like hand slipping beneath the top of her bikini, revealing her tender flesh to the open.
"I shouldn't..." She purred, but was again interrupted when his soft mouth and tongue wrapped around her nipple. Gently, he began suckling, stroking it with his tongue. A soft purr emitted from him as well as her nipple hardened beneath his touch. Grace's eyes rolled back into her skull as he continued, becoming only slightly more assertive with his wiles. The tentacle-like antennae on his head migrated further south and slipped deftly beneath her bottoms to touch the soft prize that rested there. His touch was met with another pleasured gasp so he persisted, slipping the balled end of one inside her walls. He moaned, too, feeling them flex around him. A small pink member was beginning to poke through his slit as he grew more and more aroused. Grace didn't even notice, however, as her temperature began to rise. This was different, much different than before. This was gentle, sweet; she could feel herself getting more and more wet even under the water. She didn't even care that this was a pokemon pleasuring her. It wasn't rape like before, this was different, gentle, sensual. And her body cried out for it.
Manaphy switched his lips to her other breast and suckled that as well while his antennae began to delve deeper and deeper into her. The girl writhed beneath him and began panting harder and harder the further he went in. Gradually, he picked up speed, pumping back and forth, faster and faster until she sat up abruptly and held him close to her breast. "I'm Gonnaâ�"Ahh!" She moaned loudly and fell back with a splash. Manaphy slipped down into the water and gently pulled himself free from her hole with a gently 'pop.' The water turned slightly murky as her fluids flowed out into the water. It made the water sweet and the blue pokemon set his lips against hers to lap up what remained. This made her moan again. Now he was very hard; his member was at its full length, and Grace was still shaking from her orgasm. Without pause, he slipped himself in and she moaned, barely able to catch her breath. She was still high from her last turn, and the next was coming quick. He could feel her tightening, flexing, wrapping her muscles around himself and it made him start to moan with her. Their voices melded into one and rang out as each climbed towards their eminent finish.
Grace came first, sensitive from the original orgasm, now ecstatic from the second. Her peak never faltered as manaphy's thrusting became more and more rigid. "Kyuu~!" He moaned and burst, sending a sweet, steady flow of seed into her belly. That triggered a third and final orgasm and she fell back and lay flat, gentle waves lapping up to her chin as she held her head up above water. Manaphy's soft, warm body still rested on top of hers and she attempted to right herself. But she was too tired, too weak, and felt too good to move. Quietly, she fell asleep and was unaware of the time, or when Manaphy removed himself from her and swam away, far off into the ocean's depths.
An hour passed, and she found herself back on solid ground, no longer bobbing in to waves. Her bikini was on right, and showed no signs of ever having been moved. In fact, other than the amazing afterglow that still lingered, there was very little evidence at all that what had happened beneath those briny waves was nothing more than a dream. Her hair wasn't even wet. She coughed, unsure of herself, and picked up her towel before walking briskly back to her house.
She came to her porch and before entering, looked once more out at the sea. "Manaphy... Do you even exist?" She sighed, turning the knob, and entering her home.
She grumbled, sitting at the breakfast table, dragging her spoon through her oatmeal. It was still early in the day, and the sun was in the sky, shining its soft rays upon the ocean. The small waves rippled and glittered in the light. Now was a good a time as any to get out there and get the tan she had been needing, before the heat became too strong. Slipping out of her chair, she climbed the stairs to her room and shuddered faintly at the memory that loomed there. "Stupid, stupid... whatever he is..." She muttered darkly before browsing through her closet. Finally, she found what she was looking for and changed.
It was a pale blue bikini; her mom said that it flattered her. But that was a mom for you, always telling you lies to make you feel better about yourself. She took a look at herself in the mirror and released a heavy sigh. She really was horribly plain. Brown hair, brown eyes, pale skin... The blue only didn't entirely clash because there wasn't much it could clash with. Because of her plain-jane appearance, she could pretty much wear whatever she pleased, and no one would see her any differently. She mumbled about her pety existence, knowing her parents wouldn't miss her when she left. Heck, they didn't ask where she'd been all evening, or all day, even.
She got to the soft sand and kicked off her sandals. The sand was still a little chilly, but the sun would warm it soon enough. The towel she'd brought along soon found its way to the ground and she flopped down onto her stomach, staring out at the beach. She cradled her hear in her arms and idly kicked her feet in the space behind her. Nature was nice. The world didn't judge you based on how you looked, only the people living on it. Even that jerk, Arc, or whatever it was, called her boring. Everyone was basically out to get her, it seemed. But the ocean didn't care. It just ebbed and flowed endlessly, moving with the pull of the lunar phase. It, nor the sky, nor the sand beneath her cared much for people, and neither did she. She was perfectly content just lying there on her own, letting the soft purr of the waves lull her to sleep.
Some time later, she awoke. She'd though she'd heard something, bout after a quick inspection, she found that there was no one around. The tide had come in some ways; maybe a close wave was what had disturbed her sleep. Regardless, she didn't pay it much mind and turned over onto her back. The sun was bright above her, and she could feels its heat radiating down onto her torso. The warmth soothed her paranoid subconscious, and she was soon fast asleep once more.
About an hour later, another sound startled her and she sat up with a start. But, as before, there was nothing. Just the waves crashing in a cove further down the beach. The tide was at its crest, now, and her towel was only about a yard from its reach. She started to relax, telling herself it was just the ocean, and nothing more. She turned so that she was facing the horizon and sighed contentedly. It was about noon, now and after a brief inspection, she found that the sun had done nothing to improve her appearance. A frown presented itself upon her lips and she sighed. She hadn't really expected anything, but a little bit of a change would have been appreciated. Grace couldn't help but hang her head, distressed about her life in general. She rose, and began to pack up her towel when a small voice in the distance startled her.
"Wait... Don't go..."
It was soft, and it beaconed to her, listfully. She turned and looked, but found nothing. Puzzled, she shook her head. It was only her own silly thoughts playing with her. She was about to leave when she heard it again.
"Come into the water... We'll have fun. You look like you need a friend...?"
She gasped when a wave lapped at her feet. The water wasn't too cold, but it wasn't what she was expecting to feel. "He-... Hello?" Was the ocean really talking to her? That was just silly. The ocean couldn't talk. Another wave passed over her and she took a step forward. She looked over she shoulder where her towel had been dropped but forgot about it and took another step. The water came up to her knees when she stopped. Something slick darted around her ankles and she yelped, falling backwards onto her rump. "Ow!"
"I'm sorry!" The voice called out. "I didn't mean to scare. Only wanted to play..." Grace looked around, leaning back onto her arms. She saw something under the water a little further out, now swimming in her direction. A small red glow emanated from what could have been its head. Two more, smaller, white lights shone behind it. "We can play...?" The red shone brighter and a small blue head emerged from the water. It was very round and presented two large, round blue eyes, traced with yellow. And red light, she discovered, came from a small gem on its chest. The two smaller lights faded, but came from the two long antennae.
"Whu... What are you?
"My name is manaphy... Kyu!" The Pokémon smiled and swam backwards on its back. It flipped and dove under the water before coming up between grace's legs. "What's your name?"
"Grace..." She replied simply, smiling at the blue Pokémon. It was awfully cute, and its happiness was more than enough to cheer her up and make her forget about the life she was experiencing. The Pokemon giggled and swam around again. But in its play, one of its antennae brushed too high on her inner thigh. Grace gasped, not realizing the was so sensitive. She hadn't noticed that the little one had picked up on it.
"Are you alright...?" It asked innocently, head bobbing above the water level.
"Oh.. yeah, I'm fine. Sorry, I just though about something..." She admitted, but revealed nothing. Her lips, however, were swelling as she thought about Archie and what they'd done a week earlier. She coughed uneasily and started to crawl backwards back to land. But something wrapped around her ankle and held her in place. "Manaphy.. It was nice meeting you, but- Ah...!" She gasped as his face brushed up against her thighs. She looked down into his large, sapphire eyes and stammered. There as something intoxicating about them; she couldn't bear to tear herself from them. Gently, his antennae were caressing her body, curling and stroking against her thighs, her hips, and wherever else they wanted to roam. Her arms were growing tired and she began lowering herself further down into the water. Manaphy climbed up slowly onto her torso until he was sitting on her ribs. He broke their gaze and lowered his face to nuzzle her breast. A soft moan passed through her lips as his smooth skin brushed against her, his flipper-like hand slipping beneath the top of her bikini, revealing her tender flesh to the open.
"I shouldn't..." She purred, but was again interrupted when his soft mouth and tongue wrapped around her nipple. Gently, he began suckling, stroking it with his tongue. A soft purr emitted from him as well as her nipple hardened beneath his touch. Grace's eyes rolled back into her skull as he continued, becoming only slightly more assertive with his wiles. The tentacle-like antennae on his head migrated further south and slipped deftly beneath her bottoms to touch the soft prize that rested there. His touch was met with another pleasured gasp so he persisted, slipping the balled end of one inside her walls. He moaned, too, feeling them flex around him. A small pink member was beginning to poke through his slit as he grew more and more aroused. Grace didn't even notice, however, as her temperature began to rise. This was different, much different than before. This was gentle, sweet; she could feel herself getting more and more wet even under the water. She didn't even care that this was a pokemon pleasuring her. It wasn't rape like before, this was different, gentle, sensual. And her body cried out for it.
Manaphy switched his lips to her other breast and suckled that as well while his antennae began to delve deeper and deeper into her. The girl writhed beneath him and began panting harder and harder the further he went in. Gradually, he picked up speed, pumping back and forth, faster and faster until she sat up abruptly and held him close to her breast. "I'm Gonnaâ�"Ahh!" She moaned loudly and fell back with a splash. Manaphy slipped down into the water and gently pulled himself free from her hole with a gently 'pop.' The water turned slightly murky as her fluids flowed out into the water. It made the water sweet and the blue pokemon set his lips against hers to lap up what remained. This made her moan again. Now he was very hard; his member was at its full length, and Grace was still shaking from her orgasm. Without pause, he slipped himself in and she moaned, barely able to catch her breath. She was still high from her last turn, and the next was coming quick. He could feel her tightening, flexing, wrapping her muscles around himself and it made him start to moan with her. Their voices melded into one and rang out as each climbed towards their eminent finish.
Grace came first, sensitive from the original orgasm, now ecstatic from the second. Her peak never faltered as manaphy's thrusting became more and more rigid. "Kyuu~!" He moaned and burst, sending a sweet, steady flow of seed into her belly. That triggered a third and final orgasm and she fell back and lay flat, gentle waves lapping up to her chin as she held her head up above water. Manaphy's soft, warm body still rested on top of hers and she attempted to right herself. But she was too tired, too weak, and felt too good to move. Quietly, she fell asleep and was unaware of the time, or when Manaphy removed himself from her and swam away, far off into the ocean's depths.
An hour passed, and she found herself back on solid ground, no longer bobbing in to waves. Her bikini was on right, and showed no signs of ever having been moved. In fact, other than the amazing afterglow that still lingered, there was very little evidence at all that what had happened beneath those briny waves was nothing more than a dream. Her hair wasn't even wet. She coughed, unsure of herself, and picked up her towel before walking briskly back to her house.
She came to her porch and before entering, looked once more out at the sea. "Manaphy... Do you even exist?" She sighed, turning the knob, and entering her home.