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The first thing any Trainer does when they reach a new town is head for the Pokecenter,
and the second is get their Pokemon treated. Now, if you're me, the third thing you do is
ask around and see if anybody's having an issue that can be solved by a Trainer on a
journey - part of it is that financing your travels is easier if you have grateful people wanting
to help you out, but the other part of it is that I like helping people.
All of which is the backstory to explain why I am currently in an art museum freezing my tits
off in the middle of summer. The director is built like someone thought human beings were
made out of cinder blocks and dresses like he's living in Antartica, and right now I am
so jealous of his coat.
To sum up the issue: he's like 75% sure there's a Froslass stalking his Machamp, which is
why it's so cold around him all the time. He's tried introducing the two of them, but
apparently this Froslass is shy and won't come out if he's there, which...is kind of weird.
But I can think of at least three different ways to figure out what's going on, so I let Pixy out
of her Pokeball and cuddle her to my chest, because right now I need some warmth.
"Mr. Director? Could you let your Machamp out? I have an idea, but it'll need all four of us
to work."
...holy shit, his Machamp is even more built than a regular Machamp. You could grate
cheese on those abs - focus, self, focus! I quickly outline my plan - or, at least, the part I can
tell him right now - and we set off on a guided tour of what's honestly a very nice art
museum. I let Pixy down and she spends the first few minutes of the tour trotting at the
Machamp's heels. After we finish admiring a landscape of a field of flowers being tended
by Floettes, it's time to switch out.
I scoop up my Vulpix and hand her over to the Director, and Pixy starts cooing at him in a
shameless bid for attention, causing the temperature to drop several degrees. The
Machamp looks startled, but I do my best to reassure him silently.
Jackpot.
I'm not entirely sure what Pixy is saying - well, the specifics, anyway - but it's obviously
having an effect, and I gesture for the Director to play along, so he nods solemnly and
agrees to whatever it is he thinks Pixy is saying, which is when a Froslass phases through
the wall, crying furiously and charging a Shadow Ball.
Pixy pops the attack with Disable and hops back into my arms, and it's the work of a few
moments to get everyone into an empty room to explain what's going on.
The Froslass was stalking the Director, not his Machamp, and Pixy's chirps and
calls were actually her propositioning the Director, so when he agreed the Froslass lost her
mind and finally came out. While I let the Director process that, though, Pixy and I turn to
the Froslass and I bow deeply.
"I'm very sorry for deceiving you in that manner. Your feelings are not a joke and it was
cruel of me to do that to you."
Just because my plan worked doesn't make what I did okay, after all. We spend a
little while explaining to the Froslass why her courting method wasn't working - Pokemon
might be as intelligent as humans, but they suck at long-term planning - and it looks like the
Director has processed now.
"I could not call myself a man if I turned you down simply because of your
species...with that in mind, would you like to spend time with me in order to see if we are
compatible?"
Oh, nice! I thought he might not have a problem with her being a Pokemon. Froslass looks
pretty happy too as she floats over to him, beaming. Looks like all's well that ends well!
The Director returns Machamp to his Pokeball before extending his hand to shake on it.
Oh huh. She wasn't going for the handshake, she was going for the handjob. Guess
she has a different idea of testing compatibility than he does? He seems pretty shocked,
but not, like...in a bad way? It's more like a 'not here' way, but...
"Oh, don't worry about me, I'm not gonna butt in. Just pretend I'm not here!"
I think it might have taken longer to convince him, but Froslass is apparently really good at
handjobs, so I sit down and cuddle up to Pixy while we watch. There's a series of small
tapping sounds as little bits of ice fall from beneath Froslass, and the Director's fully erect
now. She floats up so that she's parallel to his dick, but she's letting him set the pace,
which is nice of her.
As he takes her in both hands and impales her, I start fingering Pixy - it's still kind of cold in
here, and this has the double benefit of dealing with her arousal and keeping my fingers
from going numb.
Oh wow, I can actually see the bulge in her torso from taking him to the base, and her
moans are super erotic. Forget being jealous of his coat, now I'm jealous he's got such a
cute girlfriend! It's probably not the right time to ask if I can fuck his Machamp, so I just up
the pace on Pixy instead.
As he finishes inside Froslass, she loses control of her powers and ends up phasing off
his cock as she orgasms. I'm about to congratulate the pair of them when I notice that his
dick looks a little bit redder than it did before and I realize what just happened.
"Oh shit, Pixy, you need to clean him off now."
Since Froslass is Ice/Ghost, she can't separate freezing things from phasing through them.
Fortunately, we have a Fire type right here, so as long as he can hilt himself in Pixy's throat
we can keep his dick from rotting off from frostbite.
He's at half-mast right now, so Pixy starts with careful licks to get him back up as I reassure
Froslass. I know this must be hard for her, but there's not much else to be done. Pixy's
delicately sucking on his balls now, and he's finally fully erect again, his length resting on
her forehead.
She manages to take half his length in her mouth on the first try, and at that point Froslass
slips out of my arms, floats over, and pushes Pixy's head all the way down. Which is fine,
Pixy is actually kind of a masochist, and the way her throat bulges is super hot.
Given how much I managed to get her revved up earlier, Pixy's throat is probably an inferno
now, just right for a frozen dick. The Director's moving in and out of her throat slowly,
exposing the entire length of his dick to the heat inside her mouth.
When he finishes up, it's on a downswing, and I can practiclly hear the jet of cum hitting the
back of Pixy's throat. Some of it spills out of her mouth as he pulls free, but once her throat
is empty she can start swallowing, and Froslass scoops up what she spilled. The Director
looks exhausted but happy, so...yeah! Job well done!
As he zips himself back up, I return Pixy to her Pokeball, and hand him a spare to catch
Froslass in. Once she's in, the temperature starts rising back to what's normal for the area,
and the Director starts shucking his extra layers.
I warn him that he'll probably need to work on the phasing thing with his new girlfriend
before I bid him farewell and head back to my room at the Pokecenter. I'm worked up like
woah, so I definitely need to go a few rounds with Pixy tonight.
My name's Josephine. I'm a Pokemon Trainer that loves helping people.