Hello Jow Forums

انت الاردني يللي دائما ببول ؟ لك ما عندك شي تعملو بحياتك

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no I'm not him.....besides I'm originally from Mesopotamia

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ما بدي شوف علمك هون فاك اوف
كرينج

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Dont u have some shelter to fuck off too?

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nah i don't need any shelter, i am based.
now get out with your gay weeb pics you huge faggot lol

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>not being on topic

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>pepe
cringe

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stay mad

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H E D O E S I T F O R F R E E

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Your welcome

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Here you go user.

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thx

You're welcome. Here enjoy another.

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Is this you?

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>11 unique IPs, 10 of which are frogposters
redpilled

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go back there

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Tell me, how does it feel to be so close to >God?

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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

>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?

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>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?

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>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

gonna go sleep.. ill read it tomorrow..Thx for all who contributed and will contribute

>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

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>Well, today had been a hell of a day
>You'd gotten the shit kicked out of you by the local gym leader, your rival had beaten him right after and rubbed your face in it, and a list of other little nuisances had run a train on you
>You were just glad it was night, so the day could finally be over
>You'd holed up in the Pokemon center for the night, flashed your trainer card, and gotten a room upstairs
>For their part, your Pokemon had ignored the room entirely, preferring to find a spot in the large-scale habitat downstairs
>For the first time in a long while, you had some time to yourself
>Your balls were so blue Anish Kapoor wanted to buy the color out
>You flipped open your laptop, plugged in your headphones, and lost yourself in the endless expanse of pornography

>A short while later, you had finally chosen a video and were really getting down into it
>Just before you really got into it, though, an image popped into your head - your Meowstic, white fur rumpled, blue bonnet askew, gasping in pleasure as she fingered herself
>The mood suddenly broken, you sat up, frustrated
>Why the hell had you thought that?
>Sure, she was female, but she was a goddamn Pokemon - and a small, furry one too
>Yes, you'd caught yourself looking at her sidelong after a week or so on the road with zero alone time, but at that point you'd probably have fucked a hole in the ground if it looked wet enough
>The point was, you shouldn't find her attractive in that way
>...so why was that image so hot?
>Sighing, you chalk it up to the imp of the perverse and hit play on your video

>Yay!

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>It happened again
>Once more, you're getting close to coming, and another image popped into your head - Meowstic, struggling and mewling with pleasure as she forced an oversized dildo of pure psychic energy into her pussy
>You sit up again, almost angry now, head awash with questions and lust
>What the hell is going on?
>...and why are you still so horny?
>Why didn't that picture kill the mood?
>And why do you feel like you're being watched?

>In a moment of instinct, you turn and yank open the closet
>You catch her red-handed, just as you pictured it
>Just as, you realize, SHE pictured herself
>This is what you get for not checking the room for Psychics
>She's blushing, now, embarrassed, and you receive a telepathic flood of images from her
>Her walking into the closet to find a blanket to curl up on before you came in, her picking up on the lust you couldn't help but broadcast
>Her realizing that the lust she's feeling now is like the lust she felt from you that time a week ago on the road
>Her concentration slipping as she mentally broadcasts her own pleasure over a (thankfully controlled) range, which just happened to include you
>Under it all, a strong sense of apology...but a stronger current of lust

>You know what? Fuck it.
>You're both horny, she's warm and soft, and she doesn't look like she's going to say no
>Her eyes widen and her ears shift like trapped birds as she realizes what you're thinking
>She composes herself and smiles wickedly, standing and gracefully padding over to the bed
>You follow, riding a buzz of pure "fuck it" (in every possible sense of the phrase)
>She begins to spread her legs, acting like a classic seductress, but you aren't having any of that
>You sit down on the bed, grab her bodily, and align her dripping pussy over your cock
>She squeaks, startled, and struggles a little against your grip
>She struggles a bit more as she realizes just what's about to happen

>You bring her down hard on your dick
>She can, just barely, take you all the way down
>It hurts her a little, you can feel it
>But she can feel how much you love it
>In your last few moments of thinking with your upper head, you realize that you may have made a mistake
>Every bit of pleasure Meowstic feels, she broadcasts to you
>Every bit of pleasure you feel, Meowstic picks up on
>It's a psychic feedback loop of pure pleasure, and you're not sure you're going to survive it
>But if you go, you're going to go out properly
>That's when you start thrusting

>When you think back on it later, you don't recall much of the "meat" part of the sex
>Grunting, moaning, fluids, etc. don't seem to play into this much
>It's all in the mind here
>Every bit of pleasure either of you feel is mirrored infinitely between the two of you
>The lines of who is who are blurring a little
>You simultaneously feel your pussy being filled and overfilled by a cock bigger than you've ever dreamed of, and feel your cock buried in a pussy better than you've ever dreamed of
>One of you is coming almost constantly
>It's probably her, since you're the one with the refractory period
>So you remember who you are as your cock explodes, filling Meowstic with the biggest load of your life

>The orgasm you share seems to last for a second or two, or maybe a few million years - time is complicated at this point
>When it eventually ends, though, the psychic connection breaks with a sensation like licking a battery except with your brain, and you both collapse on the bed
>Meowstic is barely conscious, lying next to you in a sweaty, rumpled heap with cum dripping from her slit
>You're not doing much better - your limbs are a little numb, and part of your brain is still convinced you have an oversized pair of ears like hers
>Unconsciousness comes on swiftly, but before it all goes completely dark, Meowstic manages to slip a feeling into your battered mind
>Happiness
>You fall asleep with a smile on your face, next to your new Pokemon lover

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>Ah, Lover's Night
>An Akala Island tradition, or maybe it would be better termed a ritual, performed in honor of Tapu Lele
>The story went that Tapu Lele brought a runaway chieftain's son to his bride-to-be one warm spring night, and caused them to fall in love, before bringing the two happy newlyweds back
>Now everyone on Akala Island under a certain age will go haring off into the woods alone, or with a date, on Lover's Night; those in a relationship will pray for the Tapu's blessing, while those alone will pray for the Tapu to bring them to a lover
>Lovers are often found during the celebration, but that's mostly because it's a tradition for people not to talk about what happens on Lover's Night
>And, well, if you put a bunch of young adults together and tell them that what happens in the woods stays in the woods, someone is going to fuck someone else
>You, for your part, think it's bullshit

>You justify your belief with the fact that you've been out here eight years in a row now to no avail
>Sure, your own social anxieties had caused you to actively avoid anyone wandering around, but if the Tapu were really doing anything that wouldn't matter
>It's just tradition and a bunch of people thinking with their genitals
>Whatever; Lover's Night is in late April, so at least the weather is nice
>The stars are out tonight too; a good omen, supposedly, but at least it's a pleasant night to be walking around during

>You made your way to what you called the Twins, a pair of trees in a clearing that wrapped around each other and formed a gap at their base
>It was always a pleasant little nook, and you didn't think anyone knew about it but you
>Over the years, you'd cleaned out the dead leaves every fall and done what you could to keep the bugs away
>Even on other nights, you enjoyed bringing a blanket out and sleeping out here
>While you'd grown over the years, and it had correspondingly gotten more cramped, it had never been too small for you
>The Twins were always your go-to place when you needed some peace and quiet, especially on Lover's Night
>Which is why you were shocked to find the hollow occupied

>You stood at the edge of the clearing, stomach acid in rage with nowhere to go, and listened to the sound of a small group of people laughing and talking in your place
>One of them lifted a glowing ember from his mouth and dropped it casually to the ground, grinding it out with his heel
>A girl was on her knees in the nook itself, using it as a fucking gloryhole
>You heard the telltale smash and tinkle of a broken bottle, and a surge of laughter at some unseen drunken clumsiness
>This was...wrong
>But you couldn't do a damn thing about it on Lover's Night especially
>And the Twins - the last place you had to yourself - wasn't secret anymore
>Tears starting at the corners of your eyes, you turned around and stumbled blindly deeper into the forest

>Within a few minutes, you were hopelessly lost
>Oh, you could probably find your way out by following the sun come morning, but navigating right now would be pointless
>Breathing hard, you collapsed at the base of a large tree and let the tears come
>There were less of them than you'd thought there would be
>You blew your nose on a tissue, crumpled it into a ball, jammed it into your pocket, and only then noticed the petal

>No, petal wasn't the right word
>It was bright pink, glowing softly, all glittery like some strange gemstone, and - when you tentatively picked it up - brittle and hard
>A corner flaked off into pink glitter, and where it touched your skin, you felt a gentle tingling
>As you watched, a papercut you'd gotten that day sealed itself and vanished into nothing under the pink dust
>Only one material you'd ever heard of could do that
>The scales of Tapu Lele

>You stood slowly, gaze darting around
>There - another scale, lying in the bushes
>And, when you picked up that one, another wedged in a tree
>You felt a little thrill of excitement go through you
>You were on the trail of Tapu Lele

>It only took you a few minutes to find her, actually
>The pink Pokemon flitted aimlessly through the forest, scales falling at random from her shell
>Grass grew wild where she passed, and if you strained your ears you could hear the creaking of a tree's growth
>You realized only now that since you'd found her, you had absolutely no idea what to do
>You couldn't just walk up to her and ask her to do her thing for Lover's Night
>That'd be practically blasphemous
>You solved your own problem by accidentally treading on a stick
>The snap sounded like cannon fire in the quiet depths of the forest
>Tapu Lele turned, glittering in all her glory, and looked at you with curious eyes

>In that moment, you began to understand something about her
>Tapu Lele was no benevolent goddess, no spirit of healing and love
>She was nature incarnate, the primal urge to find a mate, to reproduce, to grow, to live, live, live
>She was capricious, a creature of immense power dominated by her own whims and the instincts of all living beings
>She was Tapu
>And her attention, with all her divine power, was focused on you

>You fought the urge to flee or curl into a tiny ball
>Neither would really help against a being that could destroy you with a simple mistake
>Instead, you took one step forward and went down on one knee, bowing low before her
>You didn't dare do anything else
>No matter how hard your heart pounded
>You could hear the rustle of growing grass around her as she floated closer to you
>Soft hands, glittering with the same dust that flaked from her scales, touched your cheek and head
>It was all you could do not to flinch
>Your heart skipped a beat as she gripped your chin and yanked your face up to stare into your eyes
>Her face showed no malice or cruelty - only simple curiosity
>The innocence terrified you

>Then she kissed you
>Time seemed to slow as her presence overwhelmed you
>Nothing mattered to you in that one eternal moment but her
>With a rush, the world came back to you, and you fell backwards gasping for breath
>She giggled, and the sound was ethereal and dreamlike
>You felt...different, somehow
>Something had changed, and you weren't sure what

Then she moved, and you realized
>You weren't sure if your perceptions were altered or if she had changed herself
>It didn't matter
>She was beautiful
>Her small black body was curved, with defined if small breasts and a luscious ass that she pulled up out of her shell
>She was Tapu Lele, in her aspect of fertility goddess, and trying to resist her would be as pointless as fighting the tide

>Dreamlike, you stood, letting your pants fall around your ankles and stepping out of them
>You barely noticed that you were so hard it almost hurt, because it didn't matter
>Only she mattered - she and the lust she inspired in you
>You walked towards her, and she floated there, enticing you, driving you further and further into pure animal lust
>When you were no more than a few steps from her, she raised one hand, and you halted
>She floated towards you, slowly, tantalizing you as her arms caressed her body and the dust of her scales surrounded you
>One black hand ran gently up your dick, and you shivered silently
>Then you cried out in agonizing pleasure as her delicate tongue ran quickly up the underside of your cock

>She was taunting you with what you could not have, not yet
>She licked and stroked and massaged your cock gently, teasing you
>Her whole body was pressed against you as she wrapped herself around you, planting kisses up and down the underside of your shaft
>You danced on the edge of ecstasy, feeling your orgasm only millimeters away no matter how she teased
>But you couldn't actually come, couldn't move, couldn't give in to your screaming instincts and fuck her fuck her fuck her fuck her FUCK HER -
>She wouldn't let you
>Until she did

>She broke away, floating back with a gentle spin, leaving your cock to twitch and throb in the evening air
>You could see your precum smeared across her body, and she reveled in it
>She pulled herself forward in her shell, leaning over the edge, exposing her beautiful ass and glistening pussy
>And then she clapped once, scattering scales around her
>You found you could move again
>The lust howled in your head, driving you to go to her, to use her, to TAKE the teasing little bitch and FUCK HER FUCK HER FUCK HER -
>You fought it, hesitating, unwilling to make a mistake that might cause her to destroy you
>Then she clapped again, and you found you couldn't have fought it after all
>You couldn't have fought her

>She was Tapu Lele
>She was divinity, nature incarnate, the primal urge to breed
>But right here and now, to you, she was yours, and you were going to break her
>You grabbed her by the hips, and she let out a trilling cry of pleasure
>Without stopping for caution, you pushed yourself to the hilt inside her, giving a savage grunt of pleasure
>She threw her head back and voiced a strange scream, an eerie ululating melody that only made you desire her more
>You took her like an animal, pumping her whole body back and forth on your painfully-hard cock, feeling her slight form bulge as you filled and overfilled her, roughly pinching her small breasts
>She seemed to enjoy every brutal second of it as she thrashed and sang on your shaft

>All too soon, your orgasm came
>Mustering your strength, you drove yourself deeper than ever into her, exploding with a bellow in the largest orgasm you'd ever had in your life
>Lele let loose a piercing cry, an ethereal shriek, and her body clamped and rippled around you
>You fell back to the lush grass, her still in place on your dick as your legs collapsed under you

>The two of you lay like that for a short time before she pulled herself off, floating into the air once more
>You lay there, stunned, exhausted, unable to think - let alone move
>Gradually, you felt yourself come back
>You looked up, eyes slowly coming into focus to see her scattering her scales over you, the dust sinking into your skin and rejuvenating you
>All the little aches and pains you'd been feeling were gone, and far from exhausted, you felt better than you had in days
>And, to cap it off, your balls were starting to feel full
>The lust growled inside you, in a sort of self-satisfied way, as your cock began to harden again
>You looked up at Her
>She was Tapu
>She was nature, she was lust, she was all you desired now
>And the night was not over

>Three years had passed
>When you stumbled out of the forest after the Lover's Night, naked as a babe with the symbol of Tapu Lele marked upon your body, your training under the Kahuna began the next day
>Olivia confided in you that she had experienced the Tapu's ministrations too, which was why she acted and dressed as she did
>You completed the rituals with her, as required, though you still remembered the Tapu's attention and what you did paled by comparison
>There were other rewards to being the Kahuna's apprentice, too - you'd managed to reclaim the Twins, under the (legitimate) guise of a ritual requiring a place of childhood
>Your training was nowhere near complete, but Olivia had given you the night off tonight - Lover's Night, again
>You stepped confidently into the woods - a little after the others, but no matter
>Before long, you found what you sought
>A glittering pink scale
>Smiling, you followed the trail
>Tapu Lele called, and you would answer

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>You look across the wreckage of the battlefield
>Your minions lie twisted and dead, no match for your opponent's forces
>But their loss was to a purpose - you've worn down your opponent's defenses by a huge amount
>And your ace in the hole is finally, finally, ready
>Time to end this
>You call upon your power, drawing on the might of an ancient mountain, and it responds as you knew it would
>A bolt of lighting erupts from your fingertips, racing and crackling towards your foe

>She taps her chin for a second, thinking
>Then, in one swift movement, she flips two Islands sideways and slaps down a Counterspell
>You swear, sitting back, and Smeargle claps in glee as you toss your hand aside
>You don't even bother letting her small army of creatures kill you - she's won
>She's been doing that a lot lately
>You think she might be better than you now
>Which is just unfair - it took you months to get good at this game
>Then again, she looks so cute doing her little happy dance that you can't be too angry

>Just because you're not angry doesn't mean you can't get revenge, though
>You leap out of your chair and grab her, tackling her to the ground
>She giggles, halfheartedly trying to push you off
>Then she squeals and squirms under you as you tickle her in that one spot on her sides that you know gets her
>She smacks you playfully across the face with her tail, half-blinding you with purple paint
>She escapes as you go to rub the paint away from your eyes

>When you can see again, she's standing over you wagging a playful finger
>You made a deal, she reminds you
>If you won, she'd have to do something for you
>But, if she won, she got a favor from you instead
>And she knows exactly what your favor's going to be
>The teasing grin that slides onto her face does not fill you with confidence

>Apparently, you underestimated her a little bit
>She's not going to have you make dinner, or anything like that
>Instead, she wants to paint you
>You were a little confused about this, as you've let her do studies of you before - you're one of her favorite subjects
>Then she clarified exactly what she meant
>And that's how you ended up with your ankles and wrists tied to your bedframe and completely naked while Smeargle sets up an easel beside you

>You're unsure of what to do here
>When you two fuck, you're usually the one on top, since she likes to melt into your arms and you know all the spots she loves to be touched
>Being forced to just lay back is a new experience for you
>You try to calm down, and just relax and enjoy the show
>The show is definitely worth enjoying
>Smeargle is only wearing body paint that accentuates what little she has in the way of assets
>She really is beautiful

>Finally, she snaps the palette into place on the easel and gives you an appraising look
>Then she shakes her head decisively and reaches out, tail in hand
>You gasp as you feel her tail run up your slowly hardening dick, leaving a trail of Fletchling's-egg blue along your shaft
>The paint is just slightly cool in the spring air, enough to notice but not enough to chill you
>She flicks her tail away, bringing it back to the canvas in front of her and painting a line there too
>She rinses her tailtip in her paint cup before dipping it in one of her powders, turning her paint yellow
>This time, she leaves her design on the canvas first before moving on to you
>You buck against your bindings as she swirls the tip around your head, and shiver as she draws lines up your chest to swirl around your pectorals

>This sets the tone for what will happen to you
>Over the next hour, Smeargle covers your body in colorful, twisting swirls of paint
>Your WHOLE body - you shiver a little as you remember her twisting you up on either side to paint your ass with bright purples and reds
>Not even your hair has been spared, although she assures you that this particular kind of paint washes out with water
>You're just lucky you didn't question why she put down the cheap sheet before tying you down

>You're not the only thing that's being painted, though
>Of course the canvas has its share of paint on it by now
>But Smeargle hasn't exempted herself from her art either
>The subtle lines of silver between her legs and around her breasts have been melded into an intricate design, reminiscent of a Milotic's tail but with more colors
>Her eyes in particular are astonishing, accentuated with black lines and a blood-red flare extending outwards and upwards
>Your breath catches every time you look at her
>Her breath seems to be coming with difficulty too, and her eyes keep sliding to your intricately patterned cock
>Possibly because, after all the slow teasing and all the buildup, you're finally getting hard again