The Washroom
The water mist had not yet fully dissipated. It lingered like a silk quilt, lightly veiling the two figures beneath the shower. Before the hazy mirror, everything was soft, warm, impossibly intimate.
Mm... this feeling... it's growing again...
Feebas caught her lower lip between her teeth. The Trainer's careful attention never wavered—thorough, gentle, worshipful. Her face, once so pure and composed, now blazed with charming color.
She didn't understand it herself. Never in her life had she imagined she would speak such words, make such requests.
Perhaps it was because she was a Water-type. Wade had noticed it early on: no matter how long he spent, he could never quite dry her completely. Moisture clung to her like a second skin.
"Ah... wuu..."
The girl who had once been as still as a stagnant pool now trembled continuously. Her starry eyes swam with hazy desire. Her cherry lips parted, releasing soft, sweet moans with each breath.
Gurgle... gurgle...
Her moist pink lips quivered. Her slender, snake-like waist twisted unconsciously, each movement drawing forth another string of intoxicating, graceful sounds.
Above, her full, snow-white breasts trembled in rhythm. Below, ten delicate toes—crystal-clear as pearls—curled tight. A seductive blush spread from the soles of her feet, silently echoing the shyness and pleasure that consumed her.
"Master... a little lighter~"
Her starry eyes were drunk with desire. Her jade lips glistened wet. Her pretty face wore an expression of blissful surrender—nothing like the cool, emotionless girl who had first arrived.
And yet, she was different from the others.
She didn't grip him tightly like Mienshao, the kimono-clad beauty who always pressed for more. She didn't writhe with abandon like Gardevoir, the childhood sweetheart who lost herself completely. Feebas was something else entirely.
Even as she swayed her slender waist in helpless passion, she endured her shyness and looked up at him. Even as pleasure threatened to overwhelm her, she reached down with slender hands and gently parted herself—offering, presenting—so that the Trainer might receive the same pleasure he gave.
Two delicate, pink petals began to squeeze and knead of their own accord, massaging him with soft, rhythmic pressure. Wade, lost in the sensation, groaned despite himself.
Even on the edge of madness, she wanted him cared for.
This must be... Wade thought dimly, the legendary "cool on the outside, charming on the inside."
He wiped away another rush of sweet-scented moisture, and Feebas's moans climbed higher still.
When at last she was completely satisfied, Wade dried her tenderly and carried her from the bathroom in his arms.
She looked different now than when first captured. The special Poffins, the daily baths—they had refined her. Her features were more exquisite, her form more graceful. It wouldn't be long now before she evolved into the Milotic she was always meant to become.
He settled her gently into bed, where she slept peacefully.
"Rosa. All ready for tomorrow?"
He found her in her room, bent over a half-packed bag. The cute girl in her nightgown looked up at his voice, her eyes curving into happy crescents.
"Mm-hmm! I need to collect all eight badges as fast as I can—I want to compete in next year's Lily of the Valley Conference!"
The Sinnoh region was vast. To visit enough towns and challenge enough Gyms, a Trainer needed months. Rosa had originally planned to stay only two or three days... but Wade had proven difficult to leave. A few days had become more than a week.
"I see."
Wade studied her bulging backpack, then something occurred to him.
"Speaking of which... the Lily of the Valley Conference might be more intense this year than anything Unova has seen."
Rosa tilted her head, puzzled.
"There could be a Pikachu whose Trainer challenges Arceus itself. A boy in a red and white cap with a bond that defies logic. A tactical genius who's mastered every strategy, calm and decisive in any battle. And—" He paused for effect. "—a legendary trainer with Darkrai and Latios on their team."
"Eh?!"
"Serperior?!"
Rosa and her partner huddled together, shivering dramatically.
A Pikachu that could fight Arceus? Trainers with two legendary Pokémon? They were only in their second year of traveling! The Lily of the Valley Conference wasn't supposed to be this hard!
Serperior's mind went blank. She could already see it: herself, blasted ten miles away by Darkrai's Dark Pulse, while Rosa watched in horror.
This is fine, she told herself weakly. Everything is fine.
"Serperior~"
Wuu... wuu wuu...
"...Well, it's also possible that none of what I just said will happen."
Seeing Rosa's face fall at the mention of Champion-tier opponents, Wade couldn't help but smile. He reached out and gently stroked her soft, beautiful hair.
The truth was, he still wasn't certain where in the anime timeline he currently stood. The Champions and Elite Four existed as he remembered them, but the plot's progression remained a mystery. If key competitors were absent this year... perhaps Rosa truly could claim a high placement in the upcoming Lily of the Valley Conference.
I'll need to buy a television. Or a computer. Watch the battle broadcasts. Learn where we are.
He glanced at the clock, then at the girl still furrowing her brows—mentally wrestling with how to overcome those "overpowered monsters," no doubt.
"Come. It's late. If you don't sleep, you won't have energy for tomorrow's journey."
He pulled her close and pressed a gentle kiss to her snow-white cheek.
"Mm..."
But instead of settling, Rosa breathed in his familiar scent—and felt that familiar warmth kindle low in her belly.
She didn't want to sleep. She wanted to be filled again.
Her slender, fair arms wound around his neck. Her soft cherry lips found his.
When they finally parted, a thin strand of crystal-clear moisture stretched between them. Her eyes were hazy, determined, wanting.
"No fair..." She tugged at her nightgown, lifting it over her head in one fluid motion. "Rosa... Rosa wants Master's farewell caress too~"
Beneath the gown, black lace hollow underwear clung to her generous curves—an invitation impossible to refuse.
The Next Morning
The bedroom was a tableau of spent beauty.
Gardevoir, the elegant white silk woman, lay curled on her side. The sexy bunny girl Lopunny had one long leg draped over the blankets. Rosa, sweet-faced and big-chested, was sprawled in peaceful exhaustion. All arranged in strange, intimate poses that testified to the night's fervent activities.
The Miltank Loli, who usually handled morning milking duty, was still curled into a tiny ball, sleeping soundly.
Wade, still absurdly energetic despite everything, decided to let her rest. He'd grab breakfast in the kitchen.
He lifted the quilt—
"Master~!"
A petite figure materialized in the doorway.
Waterfall-white hair cascaded to her mid-back. Her jade-like face was pretty and cute, her small nose a perfect cherry-blossom pink, her cheeks dusted with two soft clouds of rosy color. She wore a sweet, dazzling smile.
A cherry-white fluffy dress wrapped her delicate form—though "wrapped" might be generous. The waist was so slender he could span it with his hands. The skirt bloomed over her plush bottom like a ripe peach, each step sending mesmerizing ripples through the fabric. Porcelain-white calves peeked from the hem, framed by creamy white lace that made them look even more delicate, more touchable.
But what drew his gaze most was the chest.
The fluffy dress shifted there—the thick cherry fabric replaced by hazy, translucent silk. It deliberately revealed the plump, pale swell beneath, a tease that somehow made her cute figure impossibly seductive.
"Alcremie. Slow down."
He caught the pink-and-white loli as she launched herself at him, and immediately felt the round, plush snow-masses press softly against his chest.
Ah. Right. Gijinka form.
"hee hee~"
Unlike any other Pokémon Girl, Alcremie's skin—hidden beneath that cherry dress—was truly like fresh cream. Snowy. Smooth. Wade felt that if he wasn't careful, the hand currently cupping her plump bottom might simply slip off.
She burrowed into his chest with obvious joy, clearly adoring the feeling of being held.
Then her wandering gaze accidentally landed on the bed.
Her fair, tender face instantly bloomed rouge-red.
Gardevoir. Lopunny. Rosa. All lying there. All posed in ways that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
Her tiny mind processed the scene.
Oh.
Oh my.