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It's the tall one that found him first. Marvelous! That expands his options.
Carmine checked her map without taking her eyes off the flying pheasant. What a pain: June is lost in the caverns and she has a lock on the quarry.
I'll keep this one occupied, then, she thought, having no doubts in that plan. But when she raised her arm, before she could throw Morpeko at the foe, Fezandipiti landed before her with an efficient beat of wings.
"Uhh--" Before she could respond to the change in plans, the enlarged bird leaned over her and tittered with a rattle of the shoulders. She watched nonplussed as he nudged at her hair with calm movements, then picked through a two-toned lock as if carefully cleaning his own feathers.
Is he flirting with me? Carmine could see that sort of thing, even where it didn't exist. And instead of finding this odd, she quickly preened in what she deemed to be the bird's good taste. He managed to tickle her without risk of cutting skin with his beak, drove all thoughts of battle from her head with a sweet spot under her uptilted chin, kept her occupied until his point could make its debut and she finally noticed it, directed at her stomach. Lovely rich royal color... and the smell is like a perfume to match his beauty!
That was even easier than usual, he thought, kneeling a bit on his heels to give her better access. She focused solely on his conical penis with almost no coaxing at all, compared to many who had to grapple with the thought of a non-human sex partner first.
In the back of her head, this was rational to Carmine. If Fezandipiti's busy getting his Combusken serviced, he can't be out there causing trouble before June catches up, right? It never occurred to her the desire to lick and caress him in the first place had something to do with the poisons even now dusting her face. Running her tongue along the length and into his slit felt natural and right. And incredibly arousing -- more so than a human and his prick.
Fezandipiti tittered to see how enthusiastically she went to work. And she was talented, to boot! Her hands roamed around his cone as she sponged it with hungry drool, keeping as much of him as she could bathed in sensation. That glove of hers made an interesting contrast to her smooth, uncalloused bare hand. Somehow she knew to feel around in the base, fingering the sweet spot only reachable by digits, a primary reason he continued dalliances with humans after but once satisfying his curiosity....
Oh! Who could forget this ridiculous hair! She'd risen to a stand and bent over him to continue, letting her long ribbons brush and bump his sensitive skin on their own. The human felt rightfully smug, responding to his new airy sighs: "Pretty good, huh? These lovely locks of mine aren't all for show!" She rolled them between her palms and his length to drive that home, wrapping silk around his twitching member as her mouth went back to work keeping its oozing tip clean.
She was almost as vain as he, and Fezandipiti rather liked it. Those who refuse to believe in their beauty are tiresome. Besides? it's because her faith in it is unshakeable that she could use it all to their advantage.
He wondered how he wound up squirming on his back. That can also be nice, but right now, with her, he wanted to do the thrusting!
The fairy bird, in a graceful flip, turned them over, clutching and lifting Carmine by the ankles until only her upper back and shins lay flat. Knowing what he wanted, she wasn't dismayed. Instead helped out, rolling her uniform sweatpants down enough to display for him her lust-softened lips and red-black bush.
Fezandipiti would have sampled her juices had he not desired more to fill her womanly tunnel. As soon as his point linked with its soaking corona, he plunged, knowing her walls were ready enough to accept it. Once he knew the exact depth he could reach without overwhelming her body (no chance to kiss her crotch with his pelvic feathers, alas), he gave her a moment to savor the fit.
Before he realized it, his wings beat once; the effort didn't raise him much, if at all. Only the human reacted. Shifting out of his surprise, Fezandipiti centered his hips above her to use her clamping grip for more balance. He's used to staying in the air to maintain flexibility in motion, but this... embiggening meant he could simply stand over her, like a human can.
So very novel, these gifts from the people! Will it last like the chains, or need more doses like that horrible powder he and the others had to take before them? Ah, no matter, no matter. He may need to take off at any moment. Better leave the best impression he can before that happens.
He took full advantage of his new height to try several depths and angles until her singing told him exactly where to strike; then, by merely rolling on his stance, easily balanced, he whisked her like matcha. This talent is nothing granted by his toxic wraps. Their bearer must be genuinely good at motions, or even the chain's extra effects would stop compelling his target. Though this human seemed to love getting "pecked" for its own sake; she clutched around what she could fit of his horn needily, moaned repetitively even for his mildest strokes.
Growing braver, Fezandipiti tried again to lift himself into the air. She actually tried to follow by lifting her hips as he rose above, even though his pecker still nestled deep down past them. The size increase made his motions feel more firm and decisive, deceptively easy to get accustomed to. Within seconds he could once more use his spear as a stinger against her weak points just by angling himself in hovered flight. He dared to move in ways that might strain a human less athletic, at turns drawing her freed-but-clinging ankles high over her head where they couldn't reach his body.
Now fully confident in his thrall, he indulged himself in harder slams, working his upper and lower body in tandem. As he shook, his attendant toxins scattered over her more and more. There was an upper limit to how gorgeous she could find him, but the thrill of sex with such a beauty increased when she breathed in. Carmine thought it was the way he shook his hips from side to side with each thrust, plowing with all kinds of different angles, landing at times to hammer harder without a dropped beat in his rhythm. She had honestly never seen anything so sexy as the way this bird stuffed his partner.
Only a dim awareness that she couldn't (openly) date a Pokemon stopped her from blurting things like "be my boyfriend" -- but Fezandipiti also wished for something more long-term. She's surprisingly sturdy despite her slim build, so utterly into this with next to no convincing and courtship; if her distinct clothing didn't suggest she's someone important in that village, who would be missed, he'd think about taking her with him to somewhere the other human wasn't expecting to search. She seems to fit Okidogi's preferences, too--
"Get off her!!"
"Pipi??" He started at the high voice, already slipping free of the human's grip, to her audible regret. The source had thrown one of those little balls his way by the time he saw her.
He flicked his tail and sent the opening ball back at the shocked younger girl, but before he could escape or respond, a wooden clack sounded in his blind spot. Ogerpon, having taken leaves from June's Tinkaton, knocked their foe from the air with a well-aimed rock. He plummeted, quickly surrounded, and the incensed ogre was ready to beat Fezandipiti to death again -- would have, had Carmine not evidently been outraged, and not at the expected target.
Lifting June by the top, she shook her savior violently and snarled: "WHAT WERE YOU EVEN THINKING?? I WAS THIS CLOSE!! YOU COULDN'T WAIT JUST TEN MORE SECONDS YOU STUPID LITTLE PUNK? GN-ARRRGHH!!"
The Pokemon all stared. So did June for a few moments. She rested a hand on one of the anchors, accustomed by now to Carmine's hostility.
"Well, uh... Sorry for assuming you were being raped by the villain."
"Seikai desu, yer sorry!"