Pokémon: Scarlet Hearts - ch.2

Author's Note: The second chapter of Scarlet Hearts! The first was too naughty for Patreon, but this one should be just fine! Something of a tongue-in-cheek take on the Paldea region, with some spicy scenes too!

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[story] [futa/F] [anal]

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Mesagoza is a decently impressive city. It’s no Castelia, of course – what is? – but I do find myself pleasantly surprised by the number and variety of shops, even if their entertainment options seem a bit lacking compared to what I’m used to in Unova. The school, Naranja University, dominates the hillside overlooking the city, an enormous building visible from basically every point in Mesagoza. I’m excited to go there, even more than I thought I’d be, but beyond scouting it out there’s nothing for me to do there. I’m already enrolled, and initiation won’t be for a few days still. Better I spend that time acquainting myself with this little slice of Paldea – making friends, getting comfortable, and most importantly, finally getting my own pokémon.

I buy some pokéballs at a small general store, blowing most of the money my mom gave me to get four of them, saving the rest to buy a sandwich. They go absolutely aipom-shit for sandwiches in Paldea, to the point where I have yet to see anyone sell, or eat, any other sort of food since I’ve been here. If it doesn’t come between two big-ass pieces of bread, it simply is not fit for human consumption. Not in Mesagoza, at least. Still, I don’t have any problem with sandwiches.

“Gaaah, this is so exciting!” Nemona chatters beside me, monching on a sandwich of her own, a bizarre combination of orange marmalade and what looks to be slices of cheddar cheese. I’m not one to yuck anyone’s yum, but… yeah, I’ll stick with this nice BLT. “Once you get a pokémon we can totally battle! Where do you wanna go find one? Or – hmmm,” she looks back over at me, suddenly thoughtful, glancing up and down over my body… or maybe my clothes? Both? I’m not exactly dressed to kill, but… “We should do some shopping before we head back out. You wanna make a good first impression when the semester starts, verdad? What you’ve got going on is kinda, ehhh….”

I look down at my clothes – blue jeans, a white short-sleeve, and a white sun-hat I wore once or twice to the beach back home. They certainly leave something to be desired as far as fashion goes, and obviously Nemona has no idea about the stretch of light blue tape completely covering my pussy, blocking access and making my ‘preference’ obvious, should it ever come up. “Yeah, that’d be cool and all, but I just spent the last of the money I had on this sandwich, and–”

“Money?” Nemona interrupts, “pfft! I got you, hermana, come on! Let’s get you looking like… well, you!”

As excited for this as she seems to be for… everything, Nemona reaches out to take my hand. I cram the rest of my sandwich into my mouth, and let her help me up, immediately leading me to another of Mesagoza’s shopping areas. I guess I’m in it for the long haul, huh? It’s not often a friend foists themself upon you the way Nemona has me, but it sure as hell beats going to school and not knowing anyone. If the friend is willing to pay for your makeover, well, that’s just icing on the cake. Or… sandwich, probably.

We spend the next few hours shopping for clothes, and I find myself realizing that I’ve never really taken the time to do something like this, to decide what I want, figure out what I think my style should be. I’ve always just sort of worn whatever was easy – what fit, what was comfortable, what was on sale, whatever was normal, and I never really went against the grain. Nemona, despite her own getup seeming to be more-or-less an athletic variant of the Naranja school uniform, strongly encourages me to go out of my comfort zone, to find whatever speaks to me.

I quickly find myself drawn to black, using it as a base, complementing other things. The dark is… comforting, I find, and it sticks out while blending in, distinct yet… quiet, I guess. I like it. When Nemona mentions that we can modify our uniforms as long as they meet a few basic standards, I start using that as a template to come up with an outfit, eventually landing on something I find myself quite enjoying. All in black, I get a pleated skirt, high-top sneakers, and fingerless gloves, along with white knee-socks and a long-sleeved white button-up shirt. When Nemona tells me I have to incorporate orange somewhere into the outfit, though, I opt for a mid-length necktie – charcoal blue, checkered with pale lavender circles and blood-orange squares, both empty.

“They’re probably expecting a little more orange than that,” Nemona shrugs, “but hey! I like it! You wanna try it all on?”

“Not yet,” I muse aloud, holding the bundle of clothes in my arms, glancing toward one of the mirrors at the apparel store. Seeing myself. Plain, ‘boring,’ a thick brown braid hanging over my shoulder. No decoration, no spice of any kind. The girl I am now wouldn’t wear these clothes. But a different, cooler girl would. “I wanna visit the salon, too.”

Another hour (and an uncertain amount of money from Nemona’s bank account, which she has yet to enumerate or even mention), and my new clothes are now accompanied by a transformation – my braid undone, combed through, dyed black, and given an asymmetric cut. Nemona hooks me up with a little eyeliner, and it’s only now that I try the clothes on, finally standing in front of a mirror, opening my eyes… and seeing someone I do not recognize.

Juliana. Julie? I don’t know this girl… but I like her. She has attitude, she can get shit done. This is a girl who’s gonna take Naranja University by storm. This is a girl who can absolutely become a pokémon master. “Hell. Yeah.”

“Daaamn, chica, look at you! If I’d known you were gonna glow-up like that I would have brought you out for a makeover first-thing – and you’re giving me some very different ideas on what I wanna ask for if I win our pokémon battle!”

“Right, we still need to do that,” I nod, reaching down to run my fingertips over the empty pokéballs slung across my belt. “I still need to catch a pokémon! Let’s do it!”

“About time!” Nemona cheers, jumping up and already jogging towards Mesagoza’s southern exit, back toward an easy area where I should be able to catch something without much issue. “Now, usually it’s good if you have a pokémon to start off with, one that was given to you – something you can use to weaken these little pendejos a bit before you throw a ball at them!” she explains as I hustle along behind her, already getting worn out in the face of her boundless energy and enthusiasm. “Thing is, the little guys out here are already pretty weak on their own! If you’ve got a couple pokéballs to spare, you’ll be just fine without loosening ‘em up!”

Good to know. I stick close to Nemona as we get outside the city’s walls and back into the countryside, keeping my eyes open for something that seems like a good fit for me, but I can’t help but be stunned by Paldea’s beauty. The beaches, mountains, the lush, tropical trees, the way the patterns in far-off cliff faces seem to repeat every three or four feet, it really feels like a sort of paradise, away from the hustle and bustle of Castelia. And the pokémon! I’ve never seen so many in one area before, or so many different sorts – they seem so free and bold, living their weird little lives, not hidden in the grass like they were in Unova, hoping you wouldn’t find them.

Of course, a lot of the pokémon are of the smaller, weaker sort, so I don’t expect I’m going to catch anything too exciting. Some I recognize, like the occasional psyduck floating obliviously down a river, a gastly causing some manner of mischief, or a hoppip being carried along by the warm breeze – but some I don’t. Chubby little pigs with greasy makeup, tiny birds with bright orange heads, greenish bugs scuttling around carrying great balls of silk on their backs… there’s a lot about Paldea I don’t know, and I’m now realizing that it extends to their pokémon as much as it does their land, people, and culture.

“Anything catch your eye?” Nemona asks, almost vibrating with excitement. I can tell she’s already scanned the area better than I could, barely surviving the effort of restraining herself from making suggestions. “Better pick something tough! We’re gonna have to battle right away!”

“Right,” I frown, enjoying the walk back towards my house as much as I am taking stock of the potential catches. “Something that’ll stick with me for a while, with a lot of growing to do. Who knows when I’ll get another pokémon, y’know…?”

“Mm, yeah!” Nemona nods. “Maybe stay away from lechonk or tarountula, then – hoppip’s final evolution can be really effective for support in serious double battles, but I don’t think you’re quite ready for that yet, unless yo–”

“What is that?!” I gasp, zeroing in on one of the most pathetic little things I’ve ever seen in my life. It’s baby-sized and distinctly baby-shaped, with a somewhat amorphous all-white body, trundling through the grass like it’s trying to walk inside of a big white potato-sack. Atop (or more comprising) its head is a big green bowl that covers up any eyes or facial features, protruding from which are flat red ‘horns,’ like someone embedded a red boomerang in its head and then just sorta left it there. Two tiny arm-like nubs sway by its sides, and a tiny dot of a mouth hangs ajar in perpetual wonderment. It’s one of the stupidest, and inarguably most adorable, pokémon I’ve ever seen.

“Oh, that’s a ralts! They’re a bit more common here than some other regions – well, except Kalos, I guess, but whatever,” comes Nemona’s expected nerdsplaining, though she doesn’t yet seem to have realized that I already have a ball in-hand, expanded to full size in anticipation of a throw. “Not that great on its own – though the typing’s good – but it evolves fast and gets preeetty nasty once it does. You even get some choices in how you want to evolve it, too, if you wanna use a Dawn Stone on that bad boy or just let nature take its course. Depending on how its naturally inclined, you may wanna lean into its good speed, or use a Calm Mind set to focus on that impressive special bulk and use it as a sweeper, or maybe–”

I cock my arm back and chuck the ball as hard as I can (which, as it turns out, is much harder than necessary), bonking the ralts on its stupid little head, causing it to make a sound like a squeaky fence gate inside an ice cave, wobbling back and forth as a crackling ray of red light lunges out of the opened ball, wrapping around the green-headed creature, then swallowing it. The pokéball snaps shut and falls to the grassy earth beneath, shuddering in place once, then twice.

“¡Dios mio!” Nemona gasps, eyes wide, watching with baited breath as the ball shudders a third time….

...Then stops, the button at its center flashing a cool red for only moment before going still. “Fuck yeah!” I shout, leaping into the air with a fist held high. “Got it! Just one ball down, too! Could totally get more!”

“Could… but you still owe me a battle, and I brought a pokémon just for it. Better take that ralts by the P.C. and get it freshened up, though – probably gonna be a little disoriented after that bop on the head it just took.” Nemona smirks, then points ahead to one of Paldea’s many weird Pokémon Center ‘kiosks,’ not terribly far away from where we are now. I swear, you can’t throw an oran berry without hitting one of those things, they’re everywhere out here.

“Right, yeah.” Getting the ralts – need a name for this thing, huh? – only takes a few moments, but it can’t go fast enough for Nemona.

“There’s a wide open space close by! Come on, follow me!”

“Wait, don’t we have terms for this battle? Something on the line, right? I don’t exactly have any money left – probably should’ve saved some – but I’m sure we can come up with something…” I begin, but Nemona already seems to have some ideas in her head.

“I know before I said I wanted to find out what was going on between you and your mom, back there,” she chuckles, “but I think I already have a good idea of what that was.”

“Well, I mean, you don’t really–”

“And seeing you after this little makeover, I definitely have an idea that’s a lot more fun. If I win…” her gold-orange eyes light up with perverse mischief, “…I get to do to you what you were doing with that machamp!”

My eyes widen, and I swallow hard. “That’s a… bold… request,” I say uneasily, though the thought of fucking Nemona isn’t a terrible one. She’s very attractive, and I confess her energy is quite infectious, but I try not to get freaky with people only a few hours after meeting them. Then again, she did pay for all these expensive clothes. Oh no, am I a slut? “Alright, what do I get if I win, then?”

“Now we’re cookin’! Hmm, I have some new pokémon I’ve been breeding – natures, egg moves, abilities, all that – and if you win, I’ll give you one of the rejects! Not quite perfect, but way better than anything you’ll catch in the wild.”

“Except for the ralts I caught thirty seconds ago, who I would give my life for.”

“Obviously.”

“Deal.” I narrow my eyes, reaching my hand out to shake Nemona’s as we reach the clearing she mentioned. She shakes back firmly, and the two of us back away to either side of the flat, grassy plane.

Before I even notice it, Nemona has a pokéball in her hand, and I clasp gently around the one containing my ralts. She adjusts her stance, I adjust mine, and we lock eyes.

“Ready?” she asks, her usual grin now looking fiercely competitive, almost scary.

“Ready,” I lie back.

“Alright – go, goomy!” she shouts, throwing the little ball, which erupts with a pale blue light, belching forth a squat, formless little creature with a wide, squiggly mouth, beady eyes, and flabby little antennae. While this sort of creature isn’t common on Unova, I have at least seen them before… enough to know that there’s something different about this one. Rather than the green-cheeked lavender bloblet I might have expected, this one is in pastel shades of peach and creamy orange, with indigo splotches at its cheeks. Its entire color palette is swapped around. “Like it?” Nemona beams from across the field. “It’s shiny! Hidden ability, Bold nature… an unconventional setup, but a potent one!”

As if in agreement, the little blob gurgles contently. Huh. It is cute, I guess, in a ‘stupid little thumb with eyes’ kinda way. Is doesn’t look that shiny to me, but whatever….

“Alright… here goes nothing, I guess. Go – what was it called again? – right, go ralts!” I shout, throwing out my own ball, which spits out its own blue corona of light around my stubby little pokémon. It looks back at me with a dumbfounded expression, but at least it looks alert. It notices the rival goomy an instant later, and I figure this is my best opportunity to do some damage. “Ralts, use–” I begin, then hesitate. I have no idea what moves this thing has, I’ve barely spent any time with it! “Ralts, do… something!”

As if understanding the assignment, the ralts nods with a little “hah,” turning its attention to the goomy and shuddering in place, letting out a grumbly little snarl that… admittedly, isn’t that intimidating.

“Hah, a Growl! Trying to weaken my goomy’s attack, huh?” Nemona chuckles, “Nice try! Now, a lesser trainer may try to use goomy’s most powerful attacking move right now – but I know better than to use a Dragon move against a Fairy type! Goomy, use Sludge Bomb!”

“Sludge what–?!” I begin to say, but it’s over before it even begins. The goomy’s mouth stretches wide, and out gushes a thick purple geyser of poisonous filth, completely coating my little ralts in seconds.

“Eeuuuhhh…” the little thing groans, toppling over into the pool of ooze now surrounding it. With a beam of red light, it’s slurped back into the pokéball it came from, and the battle’s over.

I pick the ball back up, shrinking it down and putting it on my belt, a glum expression overtaking me. “That was… quick.”

“Don’t worry!” Nemona beams, jogging across the field back to me. “I’m surprised your ralts outsped, it’s probably pretty strong! With a little training, you’ll get some awesome wins under your belt! But for now…” she bites her lip, somewhere between eager and suggestive, as she begins to unfasten the buttons of her white short-sleeve, slowly revealing bit after bit of her shallow, cinnamon-colored cleavage, “I don’t see anyone around… so I think this would be a great place for my reward!”

“Wait, right here–?!” I begin to say, but Nemona’s already closed the distance between us, hungrily planting her lips against mine. Arceus, I didn’t realize how much she wanted this, if I’d known I could get girls this easily with just a black skirt and some eyeliner, I would have insisted on getting a makeover a long time ago. Her kiss feels nice, though, and I find my hand sliding up along the front of her open shirt, cupping one of her small, smooth breasts, squeezing very gently, an excited tingle running down my spine. “Mmmhh….”

Though I’m tempted to balk at the notion of being taken as a ‘reward,’ I have to admit that I likely would have ended up kissing Nemona tonight anyway, and it’s sort of fun and exciting to feel desired… well, desired by someone besides my own mom, I guess. Our tongues slide around one another as I help her out of her shirt, both hands caressing up along her perky tits, groping them, drawing a soft moan from her as our bodies get close to one another. As my hands slide down her back, towards her ass, our waists touch… and I feel something warm, hard, and unexpectedly large press up against me through Nemona’s shorts.

“Nemona… w-what’s that…?” I breathe against her lips, and I feel her smile against mine.

“Do you not have one? That should make things interesting,” she purrs, nibbling at my lower lip as she unbuttons my top, slipping it open, but not removing it – just exposing my tits, a little smaller than hers, and just as pert.

“Probably not as interesting as you think,” I muse aloud, but don’t clarify. Just because I have a pussy doesn’t mean she’s allowed inside of it. I have preferences, after all. I have rules. Still, I have every intention of letting Nemona shove this big thing straight up my ass. “Do you want me to take the skirt off, or leave it on…?”

“Oh, leave it on,” she says breathlessly, kissing me hard again, then lowering me down to the grass beneath us, guiding me down to my hands and knees, our kiss finally breaking as she sidles up behind me, tugging her shorts down to reveal the thick, throbbing girlcock she’s had trapped beneath them this entire time. “I like it.” The thing’s impressively big – it’s no machamp dick, obviously, but definitely bigger than I was expecting to see on her, easily reaching past her navel when pointed upwards. I want it inside me worse than ever. Fuck, I am a slut.

I reach back with one hand, hiking up my little black skirt to reveal the complete lack of panties beneath, and Nemona doesn’t notice the tape covering my slit. I feel the tip of her cock prod around, sliding against my ass, then poking against the tape, before squishing her warm cockhead against my asshole – and I let out a moan of encouragement before she tries exploring any further. Taking the hint, she gently presses forward, and I suck in a hiss of pleasure as she slips into my ass, sliding inch after inch into my upturned backside until she’s a little more than halfway deep, then drawing slowly back. “Nnnh, fuck… hahhh… i-is… is this usually how your battles conclude…?” I say, half-laughing, half-moaning, then biting my lip hard as she slowly stuffs herself back into my butt.

“Well, I have plenty of money, so I have to keep things interesting,” she coos, settling into a full kneel behind me, letting out a soft moan of her own as she finds her rhythm, easing in and out of my needy ass at a cautious, but steady pace, both hands planted on my waist, just below my ribs. “And… ahh, nnfff, your ass feels so nice; tight, and yet… it takes me so smoothly….”

“Hah, you should see my mom,” I blurt, immediately regretting it, quickly pivoting before she can ask any questions. “And your… y-your cock is so big, what are you feeding that thing… ughh, I can feel it shoving in so fucking deep….” I reach back for one of her hands and plant it on one of my breasts, panting with satisfaction as she latches on and begins to firmly massage the subtle swell of sensitive flesh, her index finger flicking back and forth against the tender pink bud of my nipple. “Ahn, fuck…!” I start pushing back against her, feeling her slide even more deeply into my ass as I buck into her, taking as much of that cock as I can manage. I can’t believe I’m doing this – I just met Nemona, and in another inch or so she’ll be balls-deep in me, yet… in all honesty, I don’t feel any shame at all, only the pleasure of being drilled by her beautiful dick. I can feel the tape soaking over my pussy, which only seems to make it more competently adhesive, while my asshole tightens and quivers around the throbbing thing Nemona’s stuffing into me.

She’s thrusting faster and faster, too, quickly losing control of herself as she crams her cock into me, still fondling my breast, her other hand firmly squeezing the subtle curve of my hip. Finally, I feel the paph of her hips hitting my butt, feel her smooth balls swing forward to collide with my concealed slit, and I know she’s as deep inside of me as she can get – and it feels incredible. Not the same reckless size as that machamp, but just right for filling me, stretching me, satisfying my ass… and as she starts going faster and faster, pounding into me, bringing me close to a climax in unexpectedly good time.

The sound of a scuffle draws what little attention I can spare, and I glance to the side to see a teenage girl some forty feet away, pokéball in hand as she chases after what looks like a weird little brown wooper. As she gets closer, she stops, her expression horrified, then curious as she takes in the sight of Nemona drilling my greedy asshole like some medieval raider claiming the bounty of a ravaged village, my blissful moans echoing over her own frenzied panting, small tits jiggling with the force of her non-stop thrusts into my insatiable little butt. The girl’s curiosity takes a moment to fade to nervousness, and she runs back off after the weird, evil wooper, but somehow she’s what drives me over the edge – being caught, being seen, but suffering no consequences… it gets me where I need to go, and just in time, as I hear Nemona’s climactically sharp intake of breath just behind me.

I feel several long, creamy shots of hot spunk shoot into my ass, filling me with a warm, burbling concoction of sticky seed as my own orgasm washes over me, my entire body tensing and squeezing with pleasure, toes curling, fingers digging into the grass beneath. “Fuuuck…” I groan, shuddering, my ass tightening and relaxing around its throbbing invader until it’s been milked dry of every last drop of spunk. “Phew… damn… okay….” I pant softly, catching my breath as Nemona’s cock slowly slides out of me.

“That was even better than I’d hoped for,” Nemona says, her voice genuine, though what little exhaustion it carries is quickly being overcome by more of that boundless energy. “Alright, turn around, let’s keep going!”

Keep going…? “Euh?” I murmur, rolling around and onto my back, immediately faced with Nemona, who sidles up against me and lifts my skirt up.

“Alright, this time let’s–” she begins, but pauses when she sees my tape, apparently not having noticed it the first time. “Ohh, cute little accessory! Here, lemme just–”

“S-stop!” I intervene quickly when she reaches down to peel the tape off, holding her wrist and moving it away. “That stays on. Here…” I lower my grasp to take gentle hold of her cock, leading it right back where it had just been, right where I want it.

She seems confused for a moment, but only a moment, easily slipping back into the hole she’d just creampied with a gooey squelch, gasping in pleasure as she pushes in deep. She shifts forward, lightly pinning me, my legs wrapping around her waist as she ruts into me from the front. “Ooh… mnnn, yeah, alright… hell yeah…!” she lets out a contented moan as she starts to pick up her rhythm again, clearly needing no time whatsoever to recover before cramming herself straight back up my ass, something I’ll have to remember for the future (and honestly, I think my mom would love her, too).

“Yeah… whew… y-yeah, you like that tight ass…?” I say, a little uncertain of myself as I make an attempt at dirty talk, but then committing to it. “You like ignoring my wet little pussy while you stuff yourself up my butt?”

“Oh! Uhm– yeah!” Nemona exclaims, clearly not having prepared any sort of comeback but appreciating the effort, from the way she throbs inside of me, the thrusts of her hips picking up speed again, approaching the pace she’d reached before she came inside me. Having already gotten off once, it feels like all my nerves are alive, like I’m more ready for her to keep pounding me than ever, casting off the chains of my earlier uncertainty and nervousness. “Yeah, you’re… Arceus, you feel great, I can feel your ass squeezing around me, I just wanna go crazy….”

“What’s stopping you…?” I offer a crooked smile, my hands sliding up her sides to grasp and her shoulders, nuzzling into her chest as she rams into me. “You wanted to fuck me so bad you hustled me in a pokémon battle, and now you want to take it easy on me? Take what you wanted, fuck my ass…” I purr, nibbling at her neck, and ear, squeezing more tightly around her now, rocking my body back and forth into her own. I can taste the sweat on her skin, smell the sex and eagerness between us, it’s almost… intoxicating, driving me mad alongside the intense pleasure Nemona’s throbbing cock gives me.

Rather than forming a counter-argument or indeed a response of any sort, Nemona obeys, squeezing her eyes shut and gasping as she starts slamming into me, harder now, faster, the cum she’s already shot into my ass bubbling and dribbling around her and out of me, tricking down the crack of my butt as she displaces it with her constant, steady hammering. My own eyes close tightly and I find myself just holding on for dear life, finally getting a good, hard, proper fucking. That constant, steady pace, unflinching, unyielding, just getting faster and faster – I finally let out a yelp of pleasure that rises up into an orgasmic moan, my entire body seizing up, voice rising to a blissful scream… until it’s silenced by Nemona’s lips, crashing against mine in an abrupt, intense kiss.

I’m a bit surprised at first – kissing feels so intimate, rather different from the decidedly un-romantic fucking Nemona’s been administering for the last many minutes. After a moment, though, I return the kiss, riding through the rest of my orgasm and pouring myself into the other girl, tongue meeting hers and lapping against it, my fingertips digging into her back. She keeps up a steady rhythm until all my twitching and whimpering finally begins to wane, then I feel her slide out of me, that thick girlcock of hers unleashing several hot, sticky shots across my belly and chest, coating me in her spunk. She’s completely breathless by the time the kiss finally breaks, exhausted, and topples to the side of me, her member gradually softening against her own naked belly.

“Whew!” Nemona exclaims, laying on her back now, limbs splayed out to help her cool off. “That was fun!”

“Any chance I can still get that rare pokémon…? You have a bunch, right?”

“Gotta beat me in a battle, first!” she smirks. Ah well, I shot my shot, can’t blame a girl for trying. “But with that ralts of yours, I’m sure it won’t be long before you pull off a win against me!”

“And until then, I expect you’ll be giving me a lot more creampies…” I let out a subtle chuckle, my breathing finally slowing back to normal. My pussy-tape is so wet one of the corners has begun to peel off – I’ll have to exchange it when I get home. Not a bad price for a couple intense orgasms, though.