Risk game, get your asses in here! continued

>It had all started so simply
>You and your friends had been touring the islands of Alola, and had just reached Ula'ula Island
>Your tour had taken you past the observatory, the Aether House, and most recently the Tapu Village
>You'd met the local Trial Captain, Acerola, who had claimed that the ruins - including the wrecked Thrifty Megamart built nearby - were safe to visit
>Assuming, of course, you didn't do anything to anger the Pokemon there and you weren't doing an Island Challenge
>Really, though, it's perfectly safe
>So long as you don't act like a total idiot you might even make some friends

tanks for the effort OP

>Of course, since your friends were dickheads, this immediately resulted in a bet
>You were to spend the night in the Megamart, and if you came out unscathed and well-rested, you'd get your meals paid for the rest of the trip
>It was too good to pass up
>Now you're wishing you had

you need your beauty sleep to win the race war, good thinking

>It's not that anything is outright wrong with the Megamart's ruin, outside of the obvious
>There aren't Ghost Pokemon floating around cackling and making will-o-wisps dance
>It'd be easier if there was
>Instead, the whole site just has an inherently creepy sensation
>There are the classics that you remembered from your (much briefer) tour of the Strange House in Unova - pervasive chill, movements in the corner of your eye, a constant sensation of being watched
>But the Megamart manages to double down on the creepy
>The sensation of being watched is stronger, but you aren't feeling unwelcome - not like they want you to leave
>Instead, you get the somehow more terrifying feeling that they want you to stay
>You do your best to vanish into your sleeping bag, trying hard not to think about the Gengar you'd seen once that could go through solid objects

Thanks user, it's too late for me to start over. I appreciate you hosting tonight! Sorry mods are such fags.

>Something touches your leg, almost a caress
>You practically bounce straight up, a scream choking itself off in your throat
>You stare around, wild-eyed, but see nothing at all
>Maybe it had been your imagination?
>Trying to calm your racing heart, you lay back and tuck your blanket tighter around yourself
>So soft it was barely noticeable, you hear the sound of a young woman giggling

>You tell yourself firmly to stay calm
>The Trial Captain had said it was perfectly safe
>Many Ghost-types feed off fear, you know this
>They're just scaring you so they can eat you
>Wait, that's not right
>Is it?
>Okay, so telling yourself to stay calm definitely isn't working

>You shiver involuntarily as a chill races up and down your spine
>Another caress seems to run along your arm
>You manage to stifle your jolt this time, keeping your head firmly buried under your pillow
>It's all psychosomatic, you're certain of it
>Absolutely nothing is wrong and you can just go to sleep and it'll all be fine and -
>Then you feel the absolutely unmistakable sensation of someone grabbing your butt

>this faggot

>THAT makes you jump clean out of your sleeping bag, the old zipper on the side flying open
>That was definitely not psychosomatic
>Someone, or something, is fucking with you
>You really hope it's just your friends
>Especially because the sensation of being watched is stronger than ever
>And, you realize in creeping horror, it now feels like it has a source
>Right
>Behind
>You

>You spin around as fast as you can, arms coming up in an utterly useless defensive posture
>Nothing's there
>Were you just psyching yourself out?
>Then you involuntarily freeze as something closes over your eyes and around your head
>It's like black fabric, but somehow not - too smooth, too like skin
>The giggle you heard earlier comes again, but right in your ear this time
>You're too petrified to move or react
>Some part of your brain comes up with the utterly inane thought that you're certainly not collecting on that bet anymore

>With a rush of cold air, your face is released
>You spin again to get a look at your tormentor, and immediately come face-to-face with them
>Literally face-to-face - your nose is practically touching them
>Their gold-colored teeth glint in the moonlight, mouth curving up in a jagged smile
>Their silky dark-grey arms land on each shoulder, holding you in place - as though you could even think of fleeing right now
>Your gaze is fixed on the burning red eyes of a Banette

>They blink, slowly, once
>The spell breaks, and you stumble backwards, eyes wild in fear
>You stare at the floating Ghost-type, trying to understand
>As you look at them, you notice - "they" are a she
>The clues are subtle, but present
>The spikes of the head are shorter, the tail pom larger, the shape of the zipper mouth's handle a diamond instead of a rectangle
>Lines of her body, as you stare, resolve into the gentle curves of small breasts and hips
>And then there's the fact that she has a wet slit between her legs that you really can't help but notice
>Even as you watch, a drop of ectoplasm falls to splatter on the ground
>She notices you staring, and rather than any signs of embarrassment, the characteristic grin of her species only widens

>A little biology lesson from your sex ed class surfaces from that same inane part of your mind
>Since arousal and fear have many of the same physiological symptoms, the body can effectively "mix up" the two
>Scared people can become horny, and vice versa
>It's why scary movies make for good dates
>It probably isn't the WHOLE reason your rapidly growing boner is poking through the front of your boxers, but it's certainly contributing

>Your face flushes, and you try to cover yourself
>She notices, though, and the sound of her zipper flicking back and forth as she licks her lips is loud in the stillness
>She floats towards you, and you back up, keeping your eyes focused on her
>Almost immediately, you trip over a broken wooden beam, and fall backwards
>When you look next, a yelp escapes you without you meaning to
>Banette is floating directly over you, smiling in a predatory way
>Her eyes flash a brighter pink, and motes of light appear in your vision
>They spin around your head, twisting in dizzying patterns, and you lose track of her again

>The lights are almost hypnotic in the way they flit here and there, and you feel like you'd be happy to sit and watch them for a while...
>That inane part of your mind comes up with something useful for once, though - a reminder from the battle with the Gengar so long ago
>You break free of the Confuse Ray to see Banette straddling you, grinding herself back and forth on your chest
>She notices, and presses herself flat against you, sliding herself down
>You can feel a trail of moisture running down your body
>Her breasts are pushing against your torso, and her pussy is leaking just above your dick
>Her breath is surprisingly chill on your face, and her eyes are filled with lust
>It's all enough to almost make you forget she's a Pokemon
>And even when you remember, it has less of a negative effect on you than you thought it would

>You remember Acerola's advice
>Don't act like an idiot, and you might make some friends
>She knew exactly what she was getting you into
>How did she know you'd be okay with this? That you were a Pokephile?
>YOU didn't know you were a Pokephile until now!
>But if she knew what she was doing, then she thinks you'll be safe
>So long as you don't do anything stupid
>Well, you won't know if it was stupid until you try it
>Steeling yourself, you reach up and cup Banette's small breasts

>You're rewarded with a throaty purr of arousal
>She grips the back of your neck gently, pulling you upwards, and you stumble upright
>Once you're up, she gives you a light shove, sending you into a stone pillar
>She floats after you, in no hurry
>She's savoring you

>She suddenly rushes at you with her mouth open wide, and before you get a chance to be afraid of the zipper's teeth, she's swallowed your cock to the hilt
>Immediately, you can tell her mouth is shaped differently than anything else you've felt
>She doesn't have a hard palate, just a wide-open gash like a puppet
>And a long, wet, warm tongue
>You groan in pleasure as she coils it around your shaft, pumping up and down your length
>At length, she releases you, tongue flicking around your head one last time to clean away your dripping pre before snapping back into her mouth
>She licks her lips, enjoying your flavor

>She beckons with one finger, and you step forward hesitantly, unsure of what she's going to ask of you
>Before you go any further than a step, though, she flies at you again
>She disappears through your torso, passing through you as if you weren't even there
>You gasp in surprise, feeling a chilling wave of mixed terror and lust run through you, and involuntarily shiver
>Turning around, you see Banette pressing herself against the pillar, rear in the air and legs spread apart
>Her pussy is sopping wet, and her tail pom twitches, waiting for you
>Before, you might have gone slow, tried to finger her first or something
>But you're still feeling the effects of her passage, so instead you step forward and grab her hips
>She giggles again, and gasps as your head rubs up against her clit when you align yourself
>You let the anticipation build for just a heartbeat
>Then you push yourself in

>God, she's tight
>Her pussy is like a warm, wet, velvet vise around your cock, gripping and massaging you even when you're only pushing your way in slowly
>Every millimeter is a struggle, but feels so incredibly good, and your eyes involuntarily close in pleasure
>You become aware of an eerie noise at the edge of your hearing, like a tiny church organ playing its highest note, and look down at your partner
>Her eyes have rolled up in pleasure, and she's quivering in your grasp
>The noise is her version of a moan of pleasure, you think
>To test that theory, you reach up and rub the tip of one of her breasts
>The note breaks off into a high-pitched squeal of pleasure, and she bucks against you
>Hypothesis confirmed, and you think you like the results
>Steeling yourself, you begin to thrust slowly

>Fucking a Ghost-type is a truly bizarre experience
>More than once, she struggles to maintain control of herself under the onslaught of pleasure, and you find your hands literally sinking into her body
>Her arms and even her head sometimes sink into the pillar you're pressing her up against
>The tail on her head regularly flicks THROUGH your chest, sending waves of lust and mild fear each time and causing you to redouble your efforts
>Even the world around you seems to twist as her powers go wild, with illusory motes of light spinning wildly and moonlit shadows twisting and lengthening
>You aren't sure how many of the sounds you're hearing are your groans of pleasure, her squeals and high notes, or illusory fears made by her powers
>You think you're going a bit crazy
>Then again, you were probably already crazy when you started this

like wtf is this user?

>Your own climax is getting close; somehow, she can tell
>Between thrusts, she manages to turn herself over, facing you
>She licks her lips as you come closer and closer
>You pull back one last time, gripping her shoulders and readying yourself for the last push
>When you do impale her, it's not at all what you're expecting
>Your cock slams into her, but your hips don't meet hers; instead, she passes right through you
>The momentum of your thrust pushes you all the way up through her partially-corporeal body
>Eventually, you bottom out in her, and your orgasm tears through you
>Your dick twitches in - is that her head!? - as you come harder and in more volume than you ever have before

>When your climax abates at last, she slips down and out of you, and you collapse into a sitting position on the floor
>She opens her mouth, and you can see that...yes, you did manage to actually cum UP her throat
>The roof of her mouth has been painted white with your seed
>She swallows hard, and licks her lips, showing you her now-clean mouth
>She just drank all of your cum, which you somehow CAME UP HER THROAT, and enjoyed it
>For some reason you can't entirely explain, this is the hottest thing you've seen in your life

>When morning comes, you walk out of the Mart tired but happy
>You tell your friends that you didn't get much sleep, but you got enough, and nothing hurt you
>With a wink to Acerola, who's standing nearby, you say you think you even made a friend
>One of your friends scoffs, saying you're just trying to cash in on the bet
>You shrug, saying that you'll count it even with just one meal, then
>He rolls his eyes and walks away
>You count to three under your breath before he trips over absolutely nothing and swears loudly
>You smile as you hear a phantom giggle just behind you

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>It's been a little over a month since your vacation to Alola
>Well, sort of
>It turned out that the "vacation" was more or less a trial run, getting you adjusted to Alola
>Your mother had fully intended to move there before you went home, which you didn't expect but didn't really mind
>Since then, you've become a Trainer and started to make progress through the Island Challenge
>When you learned of the Single Challenge variant, with Trainers on both sides limited to a single stronger Pokemon, you couldn't resist taking the bait
>Banette certainly didn't seem to mind either

a faggot spamming just because the thread is from Jow Forums

>Battling isn't the only thing you do with Banette, though
>Ever since that first night in the ruins of the Megamart, you've ended up fucking her regularly, and in different ways
>She doesn't seem to understand the word "no" when she's horny, and seems to understand but usually disregard words like "not now"
>You're thankful that you're living in Alola now; the people here tend to be closer to their Pokemon in more ways than one
>And somewhat less inhibited too, so nobody's judging you
>You're fairly certain the rockfall on Wela Volcano was intentionally set up so Kiawe would have time to dress and get the Totem Salazzle to hide, judging by the smell of pheromones and the way he was sitting down for most of the Trial

>Now that you've reached Maile City, your first step is to go challenge Acerola's trial for real this time
>However, when you find her in the Maile branch library to ask her about it, she simply shakes her head
>She says you've already completed your trial, and passed with flying colors
>She nudges you in the ribs as she comments that you already got a reward for it too
>Your face is passing into the infrared spectrum
>She cackles in a way no girl that young should and pushes you towards the door, recommending you take Banette back to her home
>It'll be just like old times

welcome to the trashcan ;)

>Getting to the wrecked trial site is fairly easy with Banette's help
>You shake out your sleeping bag, trying to find the place you put it last time, as Banette plays in the shadows cast by the setting sun
>You smile a little as you watch her
>She really is beautiful
>She sees you watching and vanishes, only to pop out of your shadow and playfully grab at your ankle when you turn to get your bag set up properly
>The retaliatory pillow you throw at her passes through her as she giggles happily

>When night falls, Banette vanishes into the shadows of the Mart
>You aren't worried about her - she was strong when she was here before, and with your training, she's only gotten stronger
>She's more than capable of taking care of any ghosts that would harass you
>Harassing you is her job
>The thought makes you smile as you drift off to sleep

>You wake up to voices in the darkness, human ones
>Not ghosts-imitating-human-voices, actual human voices - you've learned to tell the difference
>You sit up quietly, looking around - another benefit of fucking Banette, you've gotten better at seeing in the dark with sheer practice
>The source of the voices isn't hard to pinpoint - a group of kids stand just inside the front door of the Mart, unable to see you from your position behind a wall

The reason why Jow Forums is a total shithole?

>You can just barely pick out what they're saying
>One of them doesn't believe that the place is actually haunted - he thinks Acerola just keeps a bunch of Ghost-types hidden away somewhere and brings them out for her Trial
>He's trying to convince the other kids to go in with him so he can prove it
>You start to wonder how you're going to handle this when you feel a caress on your inner thigh
>Banette floats up between your legs, grinning widely with red eyes burning
>...oh no

>You try to wave her off as quietly as possible, hoping not to alert the kids to your presence
>She shakes her head, mouth agape in a toothy grin, and vanishes into the floor
>For a second, you actually believe she listened to you
>Then you throw your head back and bite back a groan of pleasure as she begins to gently stroke your dick through your body
>It's hot as hell, and always gets you ready to go, but ready to go is not what you want right now

>Your head bumps the wall when you throw it back, although you manage to stifle your moan, but one of the kids hears
>You can hear an argument develop, with the denier saying that it's just a bit of falling brick or something
>Banette brings her head up through you again, this time coiling her long tongue around your stiffening dick and stroking upwards, and you fight not to moan
>She sighs soundlessly, almost exasperated, and spins herself around in midair
>You find her pussy pressed up against your face
>Her tongue has stopped moving, but the tip flicks against the head of your cock
>Banette is not a subtle lover

>You know what? Fuck it
>You grip her thighs and start licking, tongue flicking out
>Her tongue twists and spins around your dick, and this time you can't help but moan into her
>The sound you make doesn't sound like your voice, though
>Somehow, she alters it, makes it sound unearthly and inhuman
>It echoes off the walls of the Mart, and the kids freeze in unified fear
>You hear the front door slam shut behind them
>...So that's her game

>If that's how she wants to play it, then fuck it, you're in
>You dive into her again, pushing your tongue in as far as you can manage and giving her thighs a gentle, rippling massage
>She tastes sweet, almost like a ripe plum, and you're more than happy to continue licking away at her
>She's moved her hands to your dick, the better to press her pussy into your face, and is stroking away at you gently
>Her handjob is slow enough that you're not going to cum right away, but still enough to make you moan into her
>Every sound you make is transmuted into something eerie and otherworldly
>Out of the corner of your eye, you can see her spectral abilities coming into play, and the abilities of some other ghosts
>You can't really hear the kids any more, which is probably for the best - terror tends to be a boner-killer

>She pulls herself towards you, sliding through your torso and giving you a delightful chill, before pulling herself up past and through your cock
>She ends up positioning her slit over your cock, raising an eyebrow at you and giving that persistent toothy grin of hers that makes you love her so much
>You grip her hips, and she leans in for a kiss
>Your lips touch gently as your cock rubs the lips of her pussy
>Then her tongue plunges into your mouth as you pull her down onto you

>She's just as tight as ever - there are perks to having a lover made of ectoplasm and cloth
>Her tongue presses into your mouth, moving against and through yours as her pussy clenches around your cock
>Your hands pass into her, just a little, as you massage her small but firm breasts
>You moan deep into her mouth, and you can feel her whole body vibrate with it as she presses against your chest
>She transforms the sound into an ethereal shriek, and not even her influence can prevent you from hearing one of the kids scream in fright
>This close to her, merged with her in more ways than one, you can actually feel the fear from the kids
>You can even taste it where her tongue wraps around yours, and it's sweet ambrosia
>Somehow, the delicious flavor is bringing you closer to orgasm
>You thrust again, and are rewarded by another shivering taste of fear

someone show screenshot of this just to show the level of retardation of Jow Forums

>Given all that's happening, you only barely last any notable time in her
>With a roar of pleasure, you push your cock into her pussy all the way to the hilt - plus a little beyond - and explode deep inside her
>Your roar gains a reverberation to it, but what really sells the sound is the shriek of your Banette as she reaches her own climax
>The result sounds like nothing so much as the cry of a Ringwraith on PCP, and the shower of will-o-wisps that explode around you only makes it scarier
>If you didn't know the cause, you'd be terrified - as it is, you only love Banette more for it

>Vaguely, you hear the door slam open, and a stampede as the kids flee the very definitely haunted building
>You lay back against the wall as your orgasm subsides, and look up over the wall to see what had the kids so terrified
>You nearly break out laughing
>It's you, or an illusion of you - sure, you're emaciated, translucent, sharp-toothed, and generally shoved into the uncanny valley, but that's certainly you
>You look back at Banette, and she pulls a comically exaggerated face like the illusion, complete with an utterly gormless gap-toothed version of her normal grin
>Then you do laugh, and Banette laughs with you as she transforms yours, a pair of eerie cackles following the kids as they sprint for home

yes, do this, please

lel. The worst part is that we had a nice little thread going and now we have to put up with this faggot's spam.
>Thanks Jow Forums!

>You awaken early the next morning to sun streaming into your eyes, with Banette cuddled next to you in the shadow of your sleeping bag
>Acerola is waiting for you outside the building
>Her expression is utterly guileless, but mischief dances in her eyes
>She innocently asks if you slept well, and mentions that she was a little worried about you
>There were these kids who kept insisting that she was artificially stocking the Trial site, and she did hope they didn't go in to the building
>After all, it was usually safe, but they looked like they might do something stupid
>You thought of accusing her, but thought better of it - what would be the point?
>Instead, you just smiled and went on your way

nah now that you want me to do it I won't do it

>As you set off for Route 15, you passed a kid on his way to something or another, bearing the hallmarks of sleep-deprivation
>On a cruel impulse, you hummed quietly to yourself, and felt the delightfully chill hand of Banette reaching up through your larynx and twisting the note into something more minor-key and eldritch
>The poor kid's face went white as a sheet, and when he turned to look at you, he made a sort of choked scream and sprinted off
>You heard Banette giggling quietly in your ear, and smiled with her

should take a*

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>You were starting to get uncomfortable
>The forest was pretty, yes, but you'd been staring at it long enough to get bored
>The white canvas tarp under you wasn't particularly soft either, and you were grateful for the moss under it, even if it wasn't enough
>The pose you were holding was starting to make your arm cramp, and you could feel the telltale tug in your neck that indicated there might be a cramp starting there too
>To top it off, you were starting to get a little chilly, too
>It wasn't quite late enough in spring to get properly warm, even if it certainly wasn't winter-weather cold anymore
>And you were a little too close to naked to be dressed for the weather
>A sheer length of translucent white cloth draped across your crotch and over one shoulder definitely didn't count as clothing
>Especially not with this much cling, this stuff was practically plastic wrap
>You wondered why you'd agreed to this again

if you don't do it, our seekrit klub's reputation will be safe, thanks ;)

>Smeargle poked her head out from behind the easel, staring at you for a second or two before giving an encouraging wave and ducking back
>You could see some of her tail twitching, even with the paintbrush tip held in one hand
>You could imagine her expression, tongue held between her teeth, brows furrowed in intense concentration as she put paint to canvas with careful strokes
>You hear her make a little nervous noise, probably from her palette tipping and nearly spilling the powdered dyes she uses for her tail
>Oh right, that's why

>She'd raised a number of valid points when she first brought it up
>For a Pokemon, she was very good at communicating
>She took care of so much for you - she had learned Surf to carry you across the water, Recycle to restore your used items, Psychic to talk with you...
>A nude study would cost you nothing, and some time to paint something other than landscapes was just what she needed
>You'd wanted to argue, but they really were valid points, and besides she was too cute to argue with for long
>At least you'd managed to get out of being entirely nude
>This cloth wasn't much better, though

>You became aware of a telltale sensation, and cursed quietly
>Smeargle poked her head out again, confused
>Standing, you waved her off and promised to be back soon before wandering off a little bit into the woods
>Probably shouldn't have had all that coffee for breakfast
>After relieving yourself on a nearby tree, you made your way back to the campsite
>Evidently, you'd gotten a little turned around in the forest; when you returned, you were on the other side of the clearing
>From here, you could even see Smeargle's unfinished painting, and Smeargle herself taking a drink of water a little ways off
>Curious, you decided to sneak a peek at the painting
>The result was...not what you had expected

>You'd said "no" to the nude study before, but evidently, she hadn't listened entirely - the cloth was evidently fine enough for her to see through, and she'd simply painted you without it
>She'd also, evidently, taken a little bit of artistic license elsewhere
>She had idealized your body, adding muscle definition and tone
>Gone were your stretchmarks and your appendectomy scar, and the rather blotchy whirlpool-shaped birthmark on your stomach had been stylized into a smooth swirl of color
>Your face, which you were pretty sure had been expressing nothing but boredom, had been transformed too
>Painting-you's eyes seemed to smolder with lust, and his mouth was quirked up in a seductive, devil-may-care smile that you don't recall ever wearing in your life
>His hair was artfully tousled, in the sort of lack of style that costs hundreds to imitate
>Oh, and he was sporting an absolutely massive erection picked out in almost-obsessive detail
>Seriously, massive - you could beat someone to death with that thing
>The overall effect was of some ancient god of fertility - one of the good ones too, not the virgin-sacrifice type, although the quantity of virgins might drop sharply around him for other reasons
>Was that really how she saw you?

>You remember an old bit of knowledge, acquired when you first started training Smeargle
>In the wild, Smeargle is naturally a solitary creature, and marks its territory with swirling symbols of paint
>These symbols are often painted onto the Smeargle's body as well
>When a Smeargle seeks a mate, it will seek out the markings of other Smeargle and create an ornate painting around them
>The target's markings are worked prominently into the art somehow - waves, a tree, or something else that leaves the marks visible in the painting
>If the target accepts the art, it will follow the seeker's markings into their territory, and the two will mate
>Thereafter, the target's marks will be painted over the submissive seeker's - even on the seeker's body - and the territories of the two will merge
>You realize that the birthmark on your stomach vaguely resembles a proud Smeargle's self-markings
>And the way your Smeargle has stylized it, and placed it in the center of the painting...
>Oh.

>Smeargle notices your sudden silence, and turns to see what's wrong
>Her eyes widen as she sees you staring at her painting, and the cup of water falls from her hands
>Her stool goes over with a clatter, her tail leaving a rainbow trail across her palatte as she launches herself towards the painting - to hide it?
>Before she can do anything, though, you catch her by the wrist
>You crouch down to look her in the eyes, but she turns away
>She's blushing hard, twisting away from you, more embarrassed than you've ever seen her
>She sends you a psychic flood of apology, with a few more coherent thoughts
>She didn't mean for you to see it like this, she was going to finish the painting and then present it properly, it was going to be tasteful and cute and perfect and you'd love her and -

>You gently squeeze her wrist, halting the flow for a second
>You're not entirely sure if you're about to make a good decision
>But if you pull back now you'll never know
>Time to make a leap of faith
>Quietly, you ask her one question
>Does she love you?
>Miserably, shamefully, she nods
>She still won't meet your eyes

>You gently bring her chin up with your other hand
>She doesn't resist, but she still turns her eyes away
>You plant a kiss on her nose
>She takes a sharp breath of surprise, staring at you with sudden hope
>You smile and lean in, and this time Smeargle kisses back, pressing her snout against you
>This one lasts a while, but she eventually breaks it off, panting for breath despite the kiss being relatively short
>You let the useless strip of cloth drop from your shoulders, and her breath hitches, eyes magnetically drawn to your crotch
>You ask her your other question
>Right here, right now, what does she want?

>She practically melts into your arms, wrapping her arms around your neck as she kisses you more deeply than ever
>You can feel her small breasts, usually hidden under her fur, pressing hard against you
>Her tail wraps around your back, drawing traceries of rainbow paint across your back
>You gently lift her - she's small, and light as a feather - and she wraps her legs around your waist
>Swaying slightly, you move to kneel on the white tarp you'd set up before, laying her softly on her back
>She stares up at you, eyes full of need, and you can feel yourself quickly harden
>You do your best to put the sex-god smile she painted you with
>Evidently, you don't succeed, as she dissolves into an absolutely adorable fit of giggles
>Good enough for you

>You reach down, finding her slit, and she gasps and arches her back at your barest touch
>Your first instinct is that she's exaggerating this for you, but you see nothing like that in her eyes
>Is she really that starved for touch?
>On impulse, you move down her body, trailing kisses along her belly
>She wriggles and sighs with each one, then yelps in surprised delight as you reach her clit and plant a quick kiss there too
>You gently pull her legs apart, laying them over your shoulders, and dive into her sopping-wet pussy
>She tastes delightful, not like what you'd expected - almost sweet, like peaches
>Even if her juices do seem thicker than usual, and...colorful?
>She thrashes and moans with each flick of your tongue, as if each touch is the best thing she's ever felt
>Her tail is flicking wildly across your body, and you can feel the cool paint left behind by each lash

>Before long, her thighs lock around your head, and her back arches as she screams in ecstasy
>Before very long at all, actually - she came quickly
>When you can pull your face out from between her legs, she's shaking a little with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she's blushing and embarrassed again
>Apparently, she knows it's bad to come too early, but not that that's only for men
>You smile at her and gently tease one nipple
>She gasps and twists again, before looking up at you with a tentative smile
>You kiss her again - you just can't get enough of the taste of her lips, and she certainly doesn't seem to mind

>Smeargle reaches down, spreading her pussy open for you
>You push yourself up, and her eyes widen a little bit in combined anticipation and fear as she sees just how large your cock is, compared to her
>Admittedly, not big enough to beat someone to death with, but still much bigger than someone her size would expect
>You position herself above her, readying yourself, and ask her your third and last question
>Is she sure she wants this?
>She bites her lip and nods
>With that, you thrust into her

>You think she may have come within the first few thrusts
>God, this girl is needy
>But her pussy feels incredible
>She's constantly squeezing and tugging at your cock as you move in her, muscles rippling around you in an intensely pleasurable way
>Despite how wet she is, she's so tight that you're forced to move slowly, and every inch seems to be rewarded with another twist or contraction
>You can actually see a small bulge in her belly where your cock pokes up through her
>And she's constantly wriggling under you, legs wrapped around your hips
>Her hands move constantly, settling on her breasts, your arms, your face, her clit, your chest - no more than a few seconds to pinch or rub or caress, but in constant motion, driven by a mind going mad with lust
>Her tail, too, never stays in one place - you feel it drawing vibrant slashes across your body and the canvas underneath you, leaving startlingly beautiful if abstract trails around you
>Her own juices are brightly colored too as they leak around your moving cock, painting your crotch and the canvas beneath you like a pastel oil slick
>You and Smeargle are turning the canvas into abstract art, and you're loving every minute of it

>Before long, you feel your orgasm coming
>You lean down over her, and she immediately locks her arms around your neck
>Her tail wraps around your torso too as she pulls you closer
>Your mouth meets hers as you bury yourself to the hilt in her and come
>She screams her climax into your kiss, and you can feel her pussy working to milk every last drop of cum out of your dick
>She collapses, spent, and practically drops off you as her arms and legs let go all at once
>You manage to roll sideways and avoid landing on her as your own orgasm fades, leaving tracks in the paint around you

>Once she catches her breath, she stands on wobbly feet, gasping as she feels your cum shift inside her
>A little bit starts to drip from her slit, and she reaches down to catch it
>She pops it into her mouth and swallows with evident glee, giving a delightedly sinful little shiver
>Sighing with happiness, she reaches down to grip her tail in one shaking hand
>You stare in surprise as she begins painting a shape much like your birthmark over the four-pointed sun she uses for her symbol
>Before she finishes, you force yourself to your feet and move to kneel by her
>She looks up in surprise as you begin to rub away some of the paint she used to make your symbol, revealing a portion of her star
>The result is a yellow circle, surrounded by swirling purplish-blue
>Gently, you take her tail and begin carefully drawing a yellow circle in the center of your own birthmark
>When you're done, you look back to her face to see an expression of utter shock and delight
>She throws her arms around you in a hug, practically tackling you to the ground
>The two of you lay there together, in the heart of the forest, on Smeargle's newest masterpiece, and neither of you could be happier

I understand man. Entertaining a group of fags is tiring. Thanks, OP it was fun while it lasted

I thought I missed a Risk thread, but it was just pol shit

We had a good risk thread going. It got pruned.