Days slipped by…
The road to Vermilion stretched longer than it had any right to be, every mile thick with the memory of stolen nights and growing heat.
As for what happened that morning… well, I did agree.
But only after they accepted my one condition: they had to ask, every single time.
No tricks.
No pushing.
Just a smile, permission, or those pleading eyes begging for it.
Since then, Kirlia has grown bolder.
Her tiny hands, soft and cool as morning dew, no longer stopped at my collarbone.
Trembling fingertips now slid lower, brushing over my nipples, then tracing down the center of my stomach, pausing just above the waistband of my shorts where my cock already strained, thick and throbbing against the fabric.
She watched everything with wide, breathless fascination, cheeks flushed deeper each time.
Lopunny's powerful thighs straddled my hips, her slick, swollen entrance sliding down my shaft in one slow, greedy inch after another, plush cream fur matted with her arousal as she rolled her hips, taking me deeper until her tight heat clenched around every ridge.
Meowscarada arched her spine in liquid grace, tail swaying around my waist as she ground back against me, her dripping folds parting wide around my length while her claws dragged sharp, stinging lines of pleasure-pain down my back, leaving red trails that made me groan.
Kirlia's breath caught every time.
A soft, quivering "Kir… liaaa~♡" slipped from her lips, half sigh, half needy whimper. Innocent curiosity had long since melted into raw, aching want that pooled hot and wet between her trembling legs.
In those stolen moments, while Lopunny rode me hard, her heavy breasts bouncing against my chest, nipples dragging over my skin as she moaned "Lopuuun~♡".
While Meowscarada leaned forward to lap at the sensitive head of my cock whenever it slipped free, tongue rough and teasing, coating it in saliva and her own slick.
Kirlia sat so close her skirt rode up. Her pink folds were visibly damp, the fabric clinging to her puffy little slit.
Her eyes shone, huge and faintly glowing pink, drinking in every slick slide of cock into wet heat, every ragged gasp, every trembling shudder as cum leaked out around stretched folds and dripped down furred thighs.
She wondered constantly, achingly, when she would finally evolve.
When her delicate frame would stretch tall and elegant into the Gardevoir she dreamed of becoming: breasts full and heavy, nipples stiff and begging, entrance slick and eager, able to take every thick inch without trembling.
She imagined it so vividly: her longer fingers wrapping around my shaft, stroking from base to leaking tip, her tongue flicking out to taste the bead of pre, her hips grinding down until I filled her completely, stretching her tight walls until she cried out in bliss.
For now, she waited…
But every night the spark in her gaze burned brighter, hotter.
Her little "Kirliaaa~♡" sighs grew longer, needier, trembling at the edges like she was barely holding herself together, like one more sight of me buried deep in Lopunny or Meowscarada would finally break her restraint.
…
A week of winding roads, quiet nights, and growing closeness later…
We finally stepped into Vermilion City just as the morning sun climbed higher, turning the port town into a warm golden glow.
Everything shimmered in soft yellow light: the weathered wooden buildings, the colorful market stalls, the streets already alive with early risers.
The air felt fresh and crisp, carrying that sharp salt tang mixed with the smell of hot fried dough from a nearby vendor cart. "Sizzle... pop..." went the oil in the pans, mingling with the faint metallic "clang-clang" of bells from ships waking up at the docks.
It was my first time here, and theirs too.
I returned Lopunny to her ball for now.
Three Pokémon out at once drew too many stares, especially when all three came from three different regions.
Come to think of it, I still didn't have a single native Kanto Pokémon. Maybe I should catch one. But...
Just then Kirlia, who had grown far more familiar with me these past days, stepped a little closer.
She tilted her head with a soft, sweet "Kirlia~?♡" that carried gentle curiosity, her eyes wide and questioning in the bright morning light.
I smiled down at her. "It's a surprise," I said softly, watching her reaction.
These days I understood her more clearly.
Watching Lopunny and Meowscarada try to "talk" to me every day, she had picked up gestures, tones, little sounds. She had started to bridge the gap herself.
Her expressions, her small noises, even the way her frills quivered in the breeze... they told me more than words ever could.
Kirlia nodded eagerly. "Kir~!♡" she exclaimed, her eyes sparkling bright, waiting for whatever I had planned like the sweetest little gift, tiny hands clasped together in excited anticipation.
We soon headed toward the port.
Vermilion's harbor hit us with full force in the morning light: salt, diesel, and the sharp "Pidgeotto…" cries of Pidgeotto wheeling overhead in noisy flocks.
Boats rocked gently against weathered docks, their hulls glistening wet from the night's tide, with a soft "creak... splash" as waves lapped at the wood.
Larger vessels loomed farther out, cargo ships unloading crates with rhythmic "thud-thud" clanks, ferries preparing to depart with bursts of "hiss" steam rising into the clear sky. A distant ferry horn let out a deep "hooooonk" that rolled across the gray-blue water.
For Kirlia, Meowscarada, and Lopunny whom I let out briefly once we reached here, it was overwhelming in the best way.
Their eyes darted everywhere, catching the sparkle of sunlight on waves.
Kirlia's frills fluttered with excitement at the sight of the endless blue sea. "Kirliaaa~♡" she breathed with wonder as the morning breeze ruffled her dress.
Meowscarada's tail flicked curiously at the new scents, a low "Nyaaa~♡" rumbling from her chest as she sniffed the air in pleased curiosity.
Lopunny's ears perked straight up at every new sound: the "creak" of ropes tightening, the "lap-lap" of waves against wood, the distant "vroom" roar of an engine starting up. "Lopuuun~♡"
Seeing them like this, wide-eyed, tails swishing, small sounds of wonder escaping them, I couldn't help but smile. It felt like sharing a whole new world in the soft morning light.
None of us had ever seen the sea this close before. The vast, shimmering expanse left us all a little stunned and awed, like kids staring at something impossibly big and alive.
I headed straight to the ticket counter and asked about ships leaving for Pokémon Land.
Specifically, I asked about the S.S. Anne, it was the most luxurious and beautiful large ship I had heard about on TV, with its elegant decks, fancy restaurants, and reputation as the ultimate cruise.
But the clerk's words hit like cold water.
He shook his head. "Sorry, sir. Pokémon Land is currently closed due to a major accident."
And worse, he added, "There was a recent major incident: the S.S. Anne sank."
I sighed, disappointed. "That's terrible... I had wanted to visit Pokémon Land since I first saw it on TV, giant Pokémon, amusement park rides, themed areas... it looked like paradise."
But the clerk continued: "No big luxury ships like that are running for a while now."
"Only smaller ferries are operating," he said, glancing at his screen.
Hearing this, I sighed again and asked, "Why did the S.S. Anne sink?"
He replied matter-of-factly, "It was because of a storm, rogue waves and structural failure in rough seas."
I felt a cold shiver run down my spine. After all, I didn't have any Water-type Pokémon. What if this ship sank too? My Pokémon would be in danger...
The clerk raised an eyebrow, noticing my hesitation. "Sir... how about going to Maiden Island instead? The M.S. Aqua Wing is heading there now. You can reach around the time of the festival."
A festival...
The idea sparked something. A beach festival, music, lights, maybe not Pokémon Land, but still something special.
I glanced toward Kirlia, then at the others.
She was watching me with those big, hopeful red eyes, frills quivering slightly in the breeze. Meowscarada's tail gave a slow, curious flick; Lopunny's ears perked up like she already sensed the excitement.
Thinking my luck couldn't be that bad, I nodded. "Yes, give me one for one person and three Pokémon. VIP ticket, please."
Pokémon tickets are cheaper and don't require extra room, but you have to mention if any are oversized.
My Pokémon are normal size, so no need to worry.
He nodded and handed me the ticket. "Here you go. Safe travels."
I said "Thank you" and left.