"It's so soft," Cami murmured happily as she stretched out her long, lithe limbs and sunk further into the mattress. "We finally found the best bed. I cim it as my throne and shall rule from here forever more."

  Clover shook her head as she chuckled and tried to smooth down her shirt pels. Galdes and Gardevoirs were used to nice, simple clothes, elegant but beautiful. Dressing up came with a lot of fiddly challenges.

  "She'll be back eventually," Clover said, watching Cami roll about on the bed with a fond smile. "You picked the tricky one to put on. You should make a start, or do you want to let Fiona down?"

  Not that they had recently. The Fairy Gym had been both a hard fight and a total walkover. They'd all been gagged and had to communicate simply through gestures, understanding what they needed almost instinctually. Cami could have cheated and used her potent psychic powers to let them share thoughts, but they'd done it the hard way instead. It'd been exhirating. They knew Fiona so well she didn't have to order them, moving to fulfill her desires without a word shared. They'd felt really cocky about their chances until the Gym Leader had brought a Ditto out and told her she could cut loose.

  It'd been a fight for survival from there, but the team was so tight they'd made even a Ditto sweat. The Gym Leader had praised them all to the high heavens once it was over. Fiona came out of it absolutely beaming. She'd grown so much as a trainer from her nervous start, and to be praised for her strength? It was a perfect end to their journey.

  They'd been raring to fuck Fiona stupid after all that, but Fiona insisted they get their celebration ready first. They'd agreed to surprise each other, Pokémon and Trainers, each bringing out something special to enjoy. Keeping a secret from a Psychic as powerful as Cami was impossible, so only Clover was in the dark about what Fiona had slunk off to get. The ck of anticipation for the Gardervoir meant Cami was having fun with Clover instead.

  Cami rolled over onto her front, legs kicking up in the air as she shamelessly stared at Clover's ass in the tight suit pants she'd squeezed into. "Maybe I just stay naked. Fiona would be thrilled to come back to that."

  "Fiona's seen your beautiful ass plenty. You're not going to steal her breath waggling that about."

  Cami ran a hand down her body. The fire burning in their spacious inn room's firepce made her pristine white skin gleam. Her bright red eyes locked with Clover's as she gave her own ass a sp. The resounding crack was so much louder than the popping fire logs and sent a ripple through that plump, soft flesh.

  Clover bit her lip and tried to focus on doing up her shirt buttons, but Cami's leering smile in the mirror was so difficult to ignore. "Someone's finding it a little difficult to breathe."

  "Just left breathless at how Bug you're acting right now."

  "Lying to a Psychic isn't a good pn, sweetie," Cami smirked. "I know everything."

  Clover pouted as she watched Cami in the mirror slide off the bed and strut over, the curve of her hips swinging with each step. Clover licked her suddenly parched lips as Cami wrapped her arms around Clover and rested her chin on the Galde's shoulder.

  "We've got a while yet. We don't have to rush," Cami whispered into her ear, sending a shiver down Clover's spine. "Fiona's going to be gone a while."

  "I think someone's trying to stall," Clover said. "Worried you won't look as good as me in that dress?"

  "What dress?" Cami murmured and nuzzled into Clover's neck. She reached out and ran a finger along the edge of Clover's sleeve, stroking her arm. "All I can think about is how hot you look in a tailored suit."

  Clover's cheeks darkened. The blush spread down her neck as Cami's hand ran down her body, fingers hooking under the waistband of her pants. "Remember the tailor's face when she measured your hips? Never seen a human with such wide eyes. I bet she dreams about you every night."

  "You'd been giving her bedroom eyes the entire time she measured you," Clover said and tried to focus on her reflection instead of the soft press of Cami's breasts against her back. "When you called her a good girl after, I think she came."

  "She was a good girl, but I know far better," Cami breathed into her ear, her hand running around Clover's waist, the zipper creaking as she tried to hold fast. It had been struggling with the challenge to contain Clover even before Cami started pying with it; they'd gone for a very tight pair of pants, and Clover barely fit into them. Which made them perfect for showing off.

  "Someone's being a terrible girl right now," Clover teased, feeling a rush of heat when Cami's fingers twitched and almost undid her pants button. "We're meant to be getting dressed, not undressed."

  "That was before I saw you squeezed into these pants," Cami's voice was husky. Her green hair brushed against Clover's cheek as she rubbed in affectionately. "How can I focus on anything else when it shows off all your goods? Your thick ass, your shapely thighs," Cami squeezed a hand against Clover's crotch. "And what's this? This massive bulge is actually a throbbing hard cock? Oh, Clover, you're meant to be spoiling Fiona, not me."

  Clover gulped. She knew Cami would be teasing her all night if she didn't try to y down the w some.

  "You wake it up, and I'm going to make you chew through a pillow to fix it," Clover said a little breathlessly as Cami started massaging her bulge. Her cock was throbbing as Cami's nimble fingers explored it, pressing against her pants, stroking it to full size. Clover's breath hitched as Cami's fingers pressed against the tip, sending a thrill of pleasure through her. Clover could hear the fabric creak in panic at having to contain her, the outline of her dick looked so ridiculously obscene through her tight pants, and Cami was staring at it all with hungry eyes.

  Cami grinned at her through the mirror, red eyes gleaming as her fingers pressed harder. Clover growled, a deep, throaty sound with an edge to it. Cami squeaked as she sensed the threat and tried to pull away. Clover spun around and pushed her back, knocking her over onto the bed, and then pounced atop her.

  "I did warn you," Clover breathed as she pinned Cami's wrists to the soft covers. Cami's face flushed with excitement as Clover thrust her hips forward to show off the outline of her dick. "All that power at your fingertips isn't any good if I get you between my thighs, is it?"

  "What a brute," Cami giggled. "I can't believe Fiona loves this sb of muscle."

  "Why not? You do." Clover grinned as her fingers tightened their grip. Cami bit her lip, and her legs wrapped around Clover's hips, squeezing them together. She rocked her hips forward and ground against the thick bulge in Clover's pants.

  Clover dumped her outfit onto Cami's face, the Gardevoir gasping in shock at the sudden switch in mood. "Get dressed, or I will tie you up and hide you in the closet. Have Fiona all to myself for tonight."

  "Clover!"

  "She'll wonder where you are at first, but you know how she gets on the end of this dick. I can turn her thoughts to mush in minutes. She'll forget all about you."

  "She would not," Cami huffed as she snatched the dress off her face. "Cruel."

  Clover smirked and turned her back, strutting off. As much as she wanted to stay and watch Cami squeeze into her outfit, it'd only invite more teasing and temptation. The Galde's pants were painfully tight, and she needed to sort herself out before something tore. She heard the bed springs groan behind her as Cami bounced around getting things on.

  She knew Cami would take her time getting dressed; it was best not to give her excuses to get any more distracted. Clover slipped into the ensuite bathroom and quickly locked the door. Just like their bedroom, the bathroom was huge, too. A massive white stone resin bath with inbuilt water jets dominated the room, and they would definitely use that ter. A sectioned-off area with gss had a shower big enough to fit all three of them, and they were going to ruin that as well, once they were done with the bath.

  Fuck, Clover needed to stop thinking about sex, or she really would break this outfit.

  Her heart pounded in her chest as she opened her pants fly, her throbbing dick springing up and spping against her belly. It'd been a long while since she'd evolved to a Galde, but it still surprised her how much growing she'd done every time. "You need to behave too. Fiona's going to want you at your best ter," she murmured, giving her cock a flick to finish telling it off. The tingle it sent through her didn't help. With a soft sigh at the ridiculous of it all, Clover wrapped a hand around the shaft, but her fingers couldn't quite get all the way around it. Hard not to feel pride at that. Cami might have the stronger attacks, but she didn't have this dick.

  No time to be hopelessly smug about her good luck. Cami would find an excuse to come in if she took too long, and then they'd ruin the pce early. She didn't want Fiona to return to a disaster zone, not on her big day.

  Clover bit her lip as she started pumping her hand up and down. The friction was delicious, and the pressure built within seconds. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her free hand gripped the edge of the vanity basin, trying to keep herself upright. She could hear Cami grunting in the bedroom, clearly struggling to get something on. Probably the corset. She had the best body of all of them, but it was a pain to fit into clothes.

  The thought of Cami squeezing into her outfit helped a lot, and as Clover stroked, she turned her mind to her favorite subject. Fiona.

  Golden-haired Fiona, a true beauty now that she'd had time to inherit from the both. The soft touch of her Trainer's hand, her sweet scent, the warmth of her body pressed against her. They'd done so much together, but Clover's favorite thing was the slow, intimate nights when it was just the three of them, exploring new pleasures or simply basking in their love for each other.

  Tonight was going to be the best one yet. Clover was sure of it. Simply perfect.

  A loud bang from the bedroom behind her made Clover hiss.

  "Cami, don't wreck the pce! You got Telekinesis, use it!"

  The bathroom door tore right off its hinges as Cami flew through it, her red eyes wild and desperate as she threw her arms back to cushion her fall with a burst of Telekinesis. Clover jumped in shock and stumbled as she tried to catch Cami, her half-off pants causing her to fall over and smming her back against the tub. Her hand was still wrapped around her cock as she looked up to see the figure standing at the door.

  The rusty red hair pulled into a fat ponytail, the liquid metal forming a halo behind her back. That familiar fluttering red scarf around her neck, her dark and tight bck bodysuit she'd squeezed into, and baggy pants. She grinned as she roved her eyes over Clover, the light freckles little star speckles over her dark-skinned face. "Now that's a great look."

  "I'm going to kill her!" Cami growled, brilliant white light forming in her palms. "You're leaving this pce in a dustpan."

  Clover tried to rapidly pull up her pants, stuffing her dick back into it. It really didn't fit, but she was willing to put up with some bunching right now. "Bisharp! Not today, I'm serious."

  Bisharp's smile never left her face as she strode in and flicked a hand out, the liquid metal behind her flowing along her arm and forming ridiculously long cws from her fingertips. She got them under Cami's chin with a simple flex of her hand, the Gardevoir's Moonbst falling apart as she bent her head up.

  "I'm serious too." the Bisharp said as their cws scratched at Cami's shield. "I've been trying to beat you for months, but your Trainer is impossibly good and always pulls you out of it."

  "Fiona," Cami said, voice stiff as Psychic energy glowed around her neck to protect her from the Bisharp's dark energy-ced cws. "You haven't learned her name by now? You're so hopeless."

  "Bold words for a loser," Bisharp snorted. "You two can't resist me without a Trainer. I'm finally going to get a fair fight."

  "Not tonight!" Clover said quickly, still trying to do up her pants. Fuck, this was so embarrassing, "We don't have time for this, we have a celebration to throw. Come back tomorrow."

  Clover shouldn't really encourage the Bisharp. They were convinced they were Clover's rival, even though she lost every time. The Bisharp was a good fighter, and it'd really helped Clover sharpen her skills with her bdes. She actually enjoyed their duels, and the Bisharp was pretty hot, so even the occasional bit of sex was great. When they calmed down, which wasn't often unless Clover ground her into the dirt first, she was even personable. They could have been friends, but the Bisharp's obsession with beating Clover made it impossible. She just couldn't let it go and admit she would never win. Her Steel Type confidence was too thick to take the hint.

  "My tits are about ready to pop out of this corset," Cami said. Not a lie. It actually suited her even. The straps straining to hold together the bck corset with a white ce trim, her clothes not strong enough to contain her power? Very Cami. "I really worked to get these babies in there. Just accept Clover's going to beat you, and you can help me put the rest of the dress on."

  "Not tonight. Tonight, I'll win," Bisharp said, her eyes locked on Clover's. "Just needed this one chance away from your Trainer, and victory is mine."

  "You could have a thousand chances and still wouldn't win," Cami ughed, her hands running over the corset. "Come on, help up get dressed up. You can get your hands all over Clover, putting her back into those pants. I know you want that; don't even need to read your mind to tell."

  The Bisharp turned her gaze back to Clover, clearly enjoying what she saw. This was totally the wrong approach. Cami was just needling the Bisharp's pride. But then Cami had always encouraged their odd rivalry, so she might be doing it on purpose. The room they'd booked out was a gorgeous, homely pce, and she didn't want to tear it up. At least not until Fiona got back.

  "Look," Clover tried to make her voice firm. The Bisharp's cws trembled slightly at her stern wording, and she bit her bottom lip. Reconsidering her actions? This could work. "We've fought so many times, and you always end up on your back or face down and ass up. Do you want to lose again and have us wear you out? Because I know that's exactly what will happen if we fight. It always does."

  The Bisharp was panting, her eyes wide and hungry. "I've learned a new Move," she said, her voice breathless. "I've been practicing it for weeks. You're finally going to feel what I feel."

  "Yeah, Clover," Cami said, "You're not going to believe what she's learned."

  Okay. Something was up here. Clover gred at Cami, who gave her the sweetest Gardevoir smile in return. Her green hair framed a face of pure innocence. Clover sighed and looked back to the Bisharp, still breathing heavily, her cws trembling. Even engaging with this was a bad idea, and Clover had an out. The Bisharp would back down if she really pushed that she didn't want to do this. She might be a fight-crazy lunatic, but she wasn't impossible to deal with. Clover could skip this.

  But on the other hand. New Move? Bisharp had never shown off a new move. She just had to know what her rival had picked up. "So, what's this new Move, then?"

  "You're going to be amazed. It's like nothing you've seen before." The Bisharp's grin grew, her teeth glinting as the cws around Cami's neck fell away. "I've never used it on anyone before. You'll be the first. I'll show you what I'm packing, and then I'll put you in your pce."

  "I've seen what you're packing," Clover said, finally getting the button done up on her pants. She let out a sigh, stupid things, next time she was getting them looser. "And it's nice, but mine's better."

  Cami snorted, covering her mouth with her hand. "Clover, don't. I can't be mad at her when she's blushing."

  "I'm not blushing!" the blushing Bisharp said, her liquid metal coming up to form a mask to hide the blush she definitely had on her cheeks. "Shut up and prepare yourself because I will beat you in one blow. I'm going to go down on you ... I'm going to put you down! And you'll never forget the name 'Bisharp' again."

  Cami turned and grabbed the sink, sniffing back tears as she tried not to crack up. "Hate her," she said, "So mad at her stupid, dopey face."

  "That's a little mean," the Bisharp huffed. "And take me seriously!"

  "We are, we are." Clover patted the air. "It's just, there's a lot of Bisharps. You need a proper name. We can't just call you Bisharp. So how about we don't wreck this lovely room we rented, and you just sit down and rex."

  "Oh, you'd like that, wouldn't you?" the Bisharp said, puffing her chest up. "Well, not going to happen. This ends here and now. I'm going to show you I'm not just some Pokémon you can bend over and fuck senseless. Until her knees are all weak, and her heart flutters in her chest, and she wants to scream your name, but her breath is caught in her throat because ..."

  The Bisharp trailed off as Cami burst out ughing, leaning forward to press her head against the mirror and beating the wall with her fist. "So fucking hopeless," the Gardevoir said, wiping a tear from her eye. "Go on, show her your new Move. My Fighting Type double can't resist a bit of brawling. We're all waiting for it."

  "I'm going to," the Bisharp puffed, the liquid metal shifting around her. "It's really good."

  There was no way she was getting out of this now, not with Cami gleefully egging her on. Clover resigned herself to her fate. "Come on, let's see it," Clover said, giving the Bisharp an encouraging nod. "Impress me."

  Clover pulled her arms up into a guard, not even bothering to form her own bdes. They'd had some good fights, but when the Bisharp was thus unfocused, she knew how this went. The Bisharp would charge forward, fumble her Move, and then Clover would catch her, throw her down, and show her how much better she was with a bde than she was. She'd have the Bisharp panting and moaning within seconds.

  When the tips of her bdes began to fizzle with Dark energy, forming a bde as thin as a shadow, Clover's confidence drained right out of her. She knew that Move. How could she not?

  The Bisharp exploded forward in a burst of movement, her arm blurring through the air and swinging at Clover's head. "Night Ssh!" she cried. She always yelled her moves when she got excited.

  It was a bad pn; it gave Clover just enough heads up to jerk herself to the side, the Bisharp's bde slicing a centimeter away from her face. She felt the kiss of it as it passed that sudden heart-pounding thrill as the Dark energy turned that light brush into a burst of pleasure. The Bisharp cackled as she spun around lightning fast, bringing the second Night Ssh bde down with a whip of her arm.

  Clover brought her own arms up to guard her body, the Night Ssh bde biting deep into her wrists. It was exquisite, a tender kiss from a loved one and a pyful bite rolled into one. It got the blood racing and could leave a woman struggling to stand. Clover knew all this as she looked up at the Bisharp, grinning like a madwoman. Her eyes shone with a fierce pride.

  "You're so strong," the Bisharp said as her bde cut into the floor, scouring the tile and spinning her round to face Clover. "But I know how fast you can move. You can't dodge this forever. You're mine."

  The Bisharp danced forward, her body moving faster than thought. The Night Ssh bdes sliced and whirled, the Dark energy licking along her body, cutting through her suit jacket and leaving her skin burning with need wherever they touched. Clover gasped as the Bisharp ducked and weaved, her heart thundering as the bdes fshed and kissed her body, leaving her panting and sweating with every slight cut. It was impressive! The Bisharp had really outdone herself. She'd found a bde Move so strong there was no defending against it without taking a few gncing hits. What one decisive blow couldn't do, a thousand cuts would.

  Clover grinned. She'd worried her rival's bdes were growing dull, but no, she'd pushed herself to learn a new Move as a Wild Pokémon. That wasn't easy. It took real drive and dedication without a strong human bond, to help infuse you with strength. Unfortunately for the Bisharp, Clover's bond with Fiona had never been stronger, and they'd honed her into a weapon strong enough to defend Fiona and Cami from anything.

  The Bisharp brought her shadow bde down with a cackle, and there was a ringing csh, a fsh of light as her bde ground down into something it couldn't cut past. Clover had shadows running along her arms. Thin Dark bdes of her own had snapped to life and sped to block the Bisharp's blow, Clover's red eyes glowing past the sparks shooting off the two thin bdes.

  "You know Night Ssh too?!" the Bisharp groaned as they tried to throw their weight to push through it. "That's not fair!"

  "It's not about being fair," Clover said, grinning as she flickered her bde. The Bisharp fell forward, and her arms were thrown aside as Clover resummoned her bdes to slice through the Bisharp's bodysuit just below the wrists. Her arms were spreadeagled out, Clover pushing the Bisharp back until she hit the wall, the bathroom mirror cracking as her bdes scraped across it. "It's about being better."

  Clover grinned as she curled her wrists, pressing cutting with her bdes along the Bisharps' arms, peeling out of her bodysuit. Her rival's face lit up in shock and pleasure, her arms shuddering as she bit back a gasp. "Fiona helped me learn it. She felt a stronger punch to our frontline would help us take tough opponents down quicker. Do you think it's working?"

  "N-no," the Bisharp stuttered as the thin bck fabric holding her top together fell away, revealing her heavy chest and the tiny red bra wrapping it up. The poor thing could barely contain her, it looked ready to pop as her chest rapidly rose and fell.

  "Oh, look at that," Cami said. She was sitting up on the washbasin, kicking her legs in excitement. "She's all wrapped up in a ribbon for you."

  The penny dropped, and the face on that penny was an overpowered Gardevoir with a love for teasing Clover.

  "Cami," Clover rolled her name out with disapproval, but the Gardevoir's smug smile didn't crack for a second. "Did you tell her we were here?"

  "I love the way she gets when you're all hot and heavy with her. She's just so desperate. So needy." Cami crossed her hands over her heart. "What can I say? I'm a romantic."

  "You're a fucking menace." Clover snorted as she slowly peeled away more of the Bisharp's clothes. Every press of the attack had her gasping, her curvy body straining against her red lingerie. Sweat dripped over the slight grooves of her abs as she shook with pleasure. Fun, but had it been worth it? Clover shook an arm at Cami. "My suit is all cut up."

  "Don't worry, it's hot as fuck." Cami said, "And it wasn't my fault! You should punish the Pokémon responsible for doing that. Thoroughly."

  "You're not helping," Clover growled, but Cami kept grinning. She wasn't wrong. The Bisharp had come in here and demanded a fight. That Cami was pulling the strings didn't mean she wasn't to bme. Clover ran her bdes lightly over the Bisharps' shoulders, and the Bisharp bit her lip, her chest straining to push free of her bra.

  "It looks better," the Bisharp gasped, her body shaking as she tried not to moan. "I improved it!"

  "You don't get to decide that," Clover said, her bde tracing along the line of the Bisharp's cleavage. "I told you to come back ter. You didn't listen."

  "I just wanted you," the Bisharp nodded, "In a fight. I wanted a fight with you. That'd I'd win. That's what I wanted."

  "Why? You always lose." Clover said, cupping one of the Bisharp's breasts and squeezing. The Pokémon arched her back, gasping as she pushed her tit into Clover's hand. Grinding herself in so eagerly, her answer couldn't be more obvious.

  "Because," the Bisharp moaned, her eyes fluttering. "Because I wanted to be on top like you always are. Just once. I wanted to prove my pce."

  "Oh, Clover," Cami said, her voice low and husky. "This is the part where you fuck her into the floor."

  "No," Clover growled. "You go get dressed. Fiona deserves one of us to look our best tonight."

  Cami floated down to the floor off the washbasin and curtsied. "Clearly, you two have something to discuss."

  "I've made it very clear to this horny mess," Clover shook her head. "Over and over. She needs a lesson that's going to stick."

  Cami gave Clover a peck on the cheek and a pat on the ass as she passed. She was absolutely going to spy on them with her Psychic powers, but Clover couldn't find it in her to care. She'd get her revenge on that sexpot ter. Right now, she had a Bisharp who needed to learn and just refused. The door swung shut behind her, and Clover's attention returned to the Bisharp, who was still breathing heavily.

  "You want to be on top," Clover said, leaning in on her, her green hair brushing over the Bisharp's colr as she nestled her head between their ample chest. "You ruined this suit because you've been aching to straddle me?"

  "I'm a strong and proud Bisharp," the Bisharp whimpered. "I'm not a bottom."

  Clover ughed, shaking her head. "You're not thinking about me pushing you into the ground. Raising your ass and ripping away those pants. You don't want me inside of you?"

  The Bisharp's head fell back, hitting the cracked mirror. "It's not ... I'm not ... I don't ... I can't be weak."

  "You think that makes you weak?" Clover's eyes burned as she pressed closer, her bde sliding under the strap of the Bisharps' bra. She snipped it off with a casual flick of her wrist. "You lose all your strength because you enjoy how I make you feel?"

  "I ..." the Bisharp shivered, "I can't help it. When you're near me, I just ... I can't ..."

  "Then let me help you. Let me make it clear." Clover kissed the Bisharp, and her hands slid around the back of the Bisharp's neck. There was a moment where the Pokémon tensed, where she fought against the touch, and then her lips parted to let Clover in. Her tongue barely even fought back. She allowed Clover cim her mouth. She surrendered, her hands wrapping around Clover's hips and pulling her in, moaning as Clover's bdes sliced open the st of her lingerie, leaving her completely bare. Clover broke the kiss and purred, walking her fingers up the Bisharp's side. "Let's make it crystal clear."

  She squealed when Clover picked her up, taking excited panicked breaths as Clover's strong arms held her up as she strode out of the bathroom and right past Cami, slipping on the rest of a rather slutty looking Maid outfit. That she didn't even give a second look to Cami squeezing herself into something that sinfully gorgeous really spoke to how focused she was on her mission.

  They'd got the best room in the whole inn, and it came with a balcony. It wasn't a big thing, just rge enough for a few chairs and a view of the glowing mushroom-studded town of Ballonlea. The inn was on a hill, so the whole town was spread out before them as the chilly night air pped at Clover's skin. The Bisharp was panting and writhing by the time they got there, her arms wrapping around Clover's neck and holding on tight. Clover's lips found her neck and began kissing and sucking as she sat the naked Bisharp on the railing of the balcony, the Steel Type giving a little gasp at the cold of the metal.

  "People can see!" the Bisharp gasped as her breasts hung over the rail. Clover held her fast with a firm grip on hip, rubbing the fabric of her suit pants up against the Bisharp's beautifully toned ass. Her body was so much more honest, pressing back as her hips wiggled, eager for what was to come.

  "People can see. Hundreds of them," Clover agreed, kissing down the Bisharp's neck and over her shoulders, then back up for a nibbling on her ear. Clover's body weight pressed down on them, "Thousands. It all depends on who is looking up at us right now. Maybe no one will notice. If you can hold your voice back, and that's going to be so hard, isn't it?"

  Clover had struggled to get into these pants. At least getting out of them was easy. She was beyond worrying about keeping her suit intact. A little Psyco Cut across a fingernail, and it glided through the threads of the button. The Bisharp stiffened as she heard the click of the button bouncing off the ground and the stiff mass of Clover's cock stirring against her ass cheek.

  "One scream from you, and they'll all look up and see you bent over a rail, getting ploughed by a Galde, and you know what they'll think?"

  "That I'm w-weak," the Bisharp moaned as Clover chewed her earlobe.

  Clover let the earlobe go with a wet pop and kissed the Bisharp's cheek.

  "No, they'll all be thinking. 'Fuck I wish that was me'. But it's not going to be them. It's going to be you. You're the one whose ass I'm about to cim, because you are one of the few people know strong enough to handle it."

  The Bisharp was a whimpering, panting mess as Clover slid her cock between the Bisharps' thighs, stroking the underside of the Bisharp's cock. It was a nice thing, not nearly as big as hers, but she was a Galde. There weren't many who could match up. It was certainly girthy enough that it filled her palm nicely as she got her fingers around the shaft. The Bisharp was making the most beautiful little gasps as her legs twitched and shook, trying not to jerk back and forth as Clover slowly stroked her.

  "You like this, don't you?"

  "Yessss," the Bisharp hissed as she tried to keep her voice down. She wasn't doing a very good job of it. "Fuck yes."

  "You know what I like?" Clover said as she drew her cock back out of the Bisharp's thighs. A bottle of lube literally floated in on her, and she took it with a smile. Cami might be enjoying her night of matchmaking, but she at least always covered the bases. "And it's not just fucking you into the ground. Though I do love that, you've taught me how to use this unwieldy thing so well."

  "You like ... me?" the Bisharp said hopefully.

  "I'll get to you, don't you worry," Clover chuckled as she lubed her fingers up and her cock, just enjoying taking it all nice and slow. The Bisharp was gasping and whining when it was her turn. Her body tried to keep still, but she could only manage one bit at a time, and it just made her writhe about as Clover got her hole ready. Pressing back, so eager. "When I was a little Ralts, I didn't think I'd ever find someone I could enjoy. Most people are good. They think clean thoughts. They're doing their best. But it's when they lie to themselves. I can't stand it. Thinking they're not good enough, not strong enough, so they shouldn't even try. I had a little sex, but it was never that good. They just didn't feel like they deserved it."

  "Oh," the Bisharp gasped as her body swung back and forth over the railing. Clover could tell when she slipped her thumb in that she was trying so hard not to cry out. "I want to fight you. I want to beat you. I really do."

  "I know, you've never given up." Clover smiled, "You're so cute when you lose because your fire doesn't go out, you know that? Even when you're down and out, you're thinking of the next time. I want to fuck you so bad after every loss."

  "R-really?" the Bisharp said in shock.

  "Don't be all shocked now. I have fucked you senseless plenty," Clover grinned and gave the Bisharp's ass a sp. "This is a beautiful butt, and I love pounding it. But I was telling you what I love. We met a girl, and all she thought about was other people. She wanted to be the light in their lives, and even when she was having a bad day, a really bad day, she'd still share her time with others if it cheered them up."

  "That does sound nice," the Bisharp whispered.

  "It's Fairy to the core," Clover said as she slid her cock along the crack of the Bisharp's ass. The Bisharp groaned and bucked, and Clover tussled her hair and let her stew. "She deserved us to be the light of her life, and she's been worth it. So worth it. You worry about never being better than me, but I am being serious, deeply serious, when I say I'll never be better than Fiona. I can be selfish, want things for myself, and can't be as good as her. All I can do is make her day brighter."

  "She loves you to bits," the Bisharp said, "You know that. You're Psychic and not stupid. The way she looks at you... I wish ..."

  The Bisharp faltered, but Clover knew what she was fumbling at. She knew her so well by now.

  "You want me to look at you that way," Clover said as she lined her cock up, the head kissing the Bisharp's asshole, "I'm not, as you said, stupid. You don't just fight me because you love the challenge. Fiona doesn't love challenges, but she never fails to rise to them. You know what she said on our first night together?"

  The Bisharp didn't say anything, her eyes screwed shut as Clover pushed. The thick head of her cock stretched out the Bisharp, and she felt her gasp ripple through her body. Sense the tremble of the Bisharp's whimpers, her hand tight against the cold railing. It felt good, really good. The Bisharp had a nice tight body, and it squeezed against Clover so nicely. Surrender didn't come easy. She had to work for every inch she cimed. The Bisharp's insides were just as stubborn as her personality, squeezing down and making the whole process almost too much to bear.

  The challenge was as much a thrill as the feeling.

  "Fuck, you're so fucking big. Every time!" the Bisharp moaned. "I'll never get used to you."

  "She said something like that," Clover nodded, her hands sliding up the Bisharp's waist and around her abs. The Steel Type had a nice toned stomach, and it was great fun to grab onto when she needed to line her up. Pressing her body to make it easier, cram inch after inch of dick into her.

  "You're amazing," the Bisharp whimpered. "Too much."

  "No, I'm not," Clover growled, rocking her hips. She still had a lot to go, but even half of Clover was enough that just a single pump had the Bisharp seeing stars. "Fiona's the amazing one, she's worth fighting for."

  "Don't care. I'll fight for you," the Bisharp moaned, "I'm fighting right now. You're too much, Clover. You're huge!"

  "Let everyone know it," Clover said as her hips kept pumping. Sawing herself into the Bisharp. Clover was good at fucking; between Fiona, the Gyms, and the Bisharp, she'd learned to wield a cock that made women's hearts flutter with skill and precision. But sometimes you just needed to hammer, to sp skin, and leave the woman under you a twitching, shaking mess.

  "You're fucking huge!" the Bisharp shouted as Clover's dick pounded away at her. His fingers gripped the railing so tight it creaked, imprinting her fingers in the metal. Clover worried she might tear the thing in half. "Fuck me! Fuck me hard!"

  "That's what you want? For me to pound you ?" Clover chuckled, her lips tracing along the back of the Bisharp's neck and her breath teasing the skin as she held herself inside. The throb of her cock stretched out the Bisharp's resisting body. Her balls spped against the Bisharp's thighs as she very gently rocked her hips, not letting the Bisharp adjust to handle it. "Don't be afraid. You're never weak for telling the truth. It feels good, doesn't it? You like it. You love it. Admit it."

  "Fuuuuck. Yes. Yes! Yes, I love it. I love it, please, please fuck me," the Bisharp whined, her legs shaking as her ass squeezed down, still putting up a futile resistance against the invader. Clover kissed her neck and pulled out slowly as she drew back.

  "You love what?" Clover purred, "Be specific."

  "I love the way your massive fucking cock stretches out my ass," the Bisharp growled, pushing back. Clover had all the leverage and was stronger anyway. She held her firm and still. "I love how it fills me up. I need it, Clover, please."

  "I know that. I don't want to hear that." Clover drummed her fingers on Bisharp's back, enjoying the sight of her back muscles working as she wriggled about. The Bisharp had a wonderfully athletic body. She had the best abs Clover had seen and a bubble butt that Clover wanted to fuck until she was a drooling wreck.

  But not yet.

  "I love you," the Bisharp whispered.

  "Louder."

  "I love you," the Bidsharp whimpered, and Clover showed a little mercy. Her arms wrapped around the Bisharp's body as she fucked her over the railing, bouncing her along her cock, the messy maneuver trailing her hair in the night's wind as their bodies cpped together. "I love you so much, Clover!"

  Clover couldn't see the Bisharp's face, but she saw the tears trickling down her cheeks. She'd have been worried if her Psychic talents, not anything to hold a candle to Cami's, but still there, felt the warmth radiating out from the Bisharp. This was hurting her to admit, more even than the pounding her ass was getting, but amongst all the anxiety and dread was a profound relief that she'd finally said it.

  "Fera," Clover said. "Like Ferrous. You're strong like iron, you're ferocious, and you're a bit of a terror. You're all that in a hot, tight little package."

  "A name?" Fera gasped as she was hammered against the railing. Clover was putting the toughness to the test now, fucking her like a jackhammer. She could take it, at least physically. The feeling of smming her cock into a warm, tight hole was exquisite, and from the way Fera's whole body rocked with every thrust, the way her spine curled, and the moans burbled in her throat, she loved it too.

  Iron needed a good hammering when it got hot. Clover was happy to be the instrument to shape it.

  "If you want it," Clover said. "I know Trainers are meant to give them. But I don't care. You're mine Fera. You. Are. Mine."

  The st word came out in three sharp sps, and the st one made Fera gasp and moan, her ass squeezing tight. She came hard and fast, and it was so good, the tight grip, the heat, and the wonderful noises. Clover buried herself as deep as she could, and her own orgasm was not far behind, stoked by the burst of pleasure she could feel in Fera's mind. The surge of bliss was so overwhelming, so hot, and she couldn't help but roar her pleasure as Clover filled her up.

  They stayed locked together, panting and shivering in the moonlight. Clover gently felt up Fera's tits, while Fera just hung loose, luxuriating in the moment, nuzzling at Clover's arms.

  It was nice, so they enjoyed it for a while together.

  "Fera is good. Anything from you is good." Fera said, her voice wavering. "Do you really think ... I could be part of you and Fiona?"

  "What a good question," someone called from behind Clover. Clover jumped, and she was still hilted in Fera, so she jumped too and nearly came apart as a little micro-shock of an orgasm ripped through her. A soft pink glow caught them both, easing them back into pce so no one took a spill.

  It was Cami's power, but she wasn't the one who spoke. That person came up behind Clover and turned her head for a kiss. Soft lips, golden hair, so beautiful she hurt to look at.

  Fiona was home.

  "How much of that did you see?" Clover asked nervously, her heart skipping a beat.

  "Most of it," Fiona ughed and went on tiptoe to kiss Clover's forehead. "Cami cloaked my thoughts. I liked your story about me."

  "It was a spur-of-the-moment thing," Clover muttered. "I didn't go into how hot you are now."

  "I think she knows that," Cami ughed. She was off to the side, looking very prim and proper in her full maid outfit compared to Clover, who only had a half-shredded shirt left on. "You've nailed her to every room for hire from here to Postwick."

  "There's a lot we missed," Clover mumbled. "Not all of them."

  Fiona picked at the holes in Clover's shirt as she hugged her from behind. Her fingers explored the gaps. "It's hard to keep my hands off my beautiful partner. The battle-worn look works great. However, Cami and I wanted this to be a special night."

  "You pnned this!" Clover gasped. Accusation and shock rolled all into one. "Fera, did you know?"

  "No!" Fera gasped. "I swear."

  "It was mainly me," Cami smirked. "You're both very easy to read. Now shush, listen to Fiona. This is important. Though I do like Fera, it suits you."

  Fera blushed as Fiona traced her fingers along Clover's side. She'd blossomed so much having to inherit from a Galde and Gardevoir both. Tall, graceful, with perfect skin and a dazzling smile. Long flowing golden hair and an impressively rge chest she bmed Clover's dick for, and back muscles strong enough to bear them, which she praised Clover's stomach for. Clover was happy to take credit for making something that pressed up against her so softly.

  "What's important?" Clover said as she rocked her hips, making Fera squirm and beat her fist against the balcony railing. "Should I um... clean up?"

  "Absolutely not, you keep fucking her. That's important. It's just ... I've been thinking about things," Fiona said as she took Clover's hips in hand and gently encouraged them to continue. "About the future. I want to do a Tournament."

  "We'd crush it," Clover said, trying to keep her voice level as she was gently encouraged to keep fucking Fera. "Absolutely destroy."

  "The Master's Eight." Fiona added, "I want to do that one."

  "But ... we need to be one of the top eight ranked of Gar for that," Clover said. "We're not even on the list."

  "Mhm," Fiona nodded. "Won't be easy. We'll need a strong team. Which I have. If we're going to do this, we need to take it seriously. Not just you, me and Cami. That's a given. We need everyone."

  "Everyone?" Clover asked.

  She slid her hands off Clover and gave Fera's ass a spank. Her little wail was so exhausted, but she still pushed back against it. Trying even as she reached her limit.

  "I'm Clover's," Fera moaned softly, "Not yours."

  "I know! That's very obvious," Fiona ughed and pulled something out of her cleavage. She pressed a warm ball of metal into Clover's hands, kissing the fingers that csped over it. "So my gift tonight is a binding ball. Clover, she's all yours."

  "I-" Clover faltered, "It only works for Humans and Pokémon. I'd love to, but it won't work."

  "I'll be right here. I'm going to be your human bridge between each other." Fiona tugged on Fera's hair. Fuck she'd gotten so much confidence since they'd first met. She made Fera's spine curl just from her firm touch. "Fera, is that good for you? You'll both be using me to share a bond, like a sex toy! Think of me as Clover's strap-on."

  "She doesn't need one," Fera blushed. "She's plenty enough already."

  "No pressure," Cami said as she popped the ball open in Clover's hands and pulled out a few glowing red wires. "We can put this away if this doesn't work for you two. But I think Fera's long past the point she should be on the team. She'll grow stronger faster with a proper bond. Fiona and Fera can share you. You've got dick enough for both."

  "Charming," Clover smiled. "Everyone wants my dick."

  "Everyone wants the wonderful dy it's attached to." Cami shook her head. "Having a real good dick is a bonus."

  "It's not a bonus," Fera gasped, "Right Fiona? This thing is not an extra. It's like, a double helping of good."

  "It's our third team member." Fiona nodded rapidly. "Fera will be our fourth."

  Cami huffed and pyed at a pout, "I'm a Gardevoir. How am I being outshadowed on any team?"

  It got a ugh. Even Fera had a giggle before her breath caught in her throat. Shaking with Clover inside her wasn't something she could do without a few moans. Licking her lips, Clover could see her arranging her thoughts. They all gave her the time to pull it off.

  "I don't want to be Fiona's, but if we're both sharing Clover," Fera shivered, and that shiver tickled Clover's cock and made her body tense. "She's got good taste."

  Clover looped the red glowing bands of the binding ball and Fera's neck, tugging on it to pull her body up as it lightly choked her. "You're mine, Fera. I'm going to look after you."

  "I still want to beat you," Fera said, buzzing with excitement as she arched her back. "I'm going to win one day. Be on top. Fuck you into the ground."

  "One day," Clover said, giving her a deep thrust as the binding ball did its work, Fiona looping a link around her fingers to act as the conduit. It felt so intense, everyone merging on some level beyond the physical. At the same time, the Bisharp was so hot and tight around her, so wet and slippery in a very real, very physical way.

  One day Fera would be on top. The power she'd get from a proper Bond, from fighting in Tournaments, from Training hard? She could finally catch up.

  But it wasn't going to be tonight. Fera was going to get welcomed to the team by being fucked until she couldn't even think. Then Fiona and Clover were going to have some fun with Cami's dress and a lot more until nobody could move.

  It was going to be a perfect night. With a lot of scratches on the walls.

  But first.

  "Hey, Fera?"

  "Yes, Clover?"

  "... you want to practice Night Ssh on Cami?"

  "Don't you dare!"

  "I do want to do that! We can practice as a team."

  "Oh, you little shits, after all I do for you! Fiona, kick them off the team! Kick them both off! I'll blow them to the moon! Don't you dare!"

  They dared. Together, they dared.

  ---

  Clover, Cami, and Fera.

  Together, they had a Champion to make. It'd be exhausting work, long nights, and hot, sweaty training sessions. There'd be emotional tears yet to come and a lot of feeling out the new dynamic.

  A new adventure. Strange, exciting, and probably no less messy to navigate than their first.

  Clover couldn't wait.

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