Snake In The Grass

Hilda was dancing down Route 3, with her newly-evolved Servine quick in tow. "That was so fucking awesome!" Servine winced as she swore. He didn't mind it; he's just not used to such harsh language. "Panpour was so awesome! He dodged Pansear's attacks." She raised her fists in a mock battle and skipped from side to side, ducking as if someone was punching at her. "Then he Water Gunned that fucker right in the face!" She performed a Shoryuken. Servine rolled his eyes in jest. He had no clue if she was talking to him or just giddy with winner's nerves.

Hilda's butt plumped on the grass, breathing a deep breath of relief. "Sorry I didn't use you in the battle, big guy," she soothed, rubbing Servine's head.

Servine tapped his temple, indicating that he knew. Pansear would've turned him into kindling, even after evolving. Panpour was a wiser choice. One of the things that Professor Juniper taught him and the other starters was that under certain circumstances his trainer may battle with him less and not to take it to heart.

"But seriously, you've been well-behaved and I'm proud of you." She planted a quick smooch on the top of his head, causing him to flush furiously and act coy. Then she started to take off her footwear. "And since you have been such a good little man, I thought I'd reward you." She leaned back and laid out her bare feet on the grass. Servine's heart damn near burst out of his chest and he started tasting their aroma with his tongue and snuggling it.

Hilda laid her head back and her mind drifted elsewhere. She had long figured out that he was a foot worshipper, but what puzzled her more was why. Dexine, the name she gave her Pokédex, didn't know either. That's highly peculiar. Pokedéxes were supposed to contain damn near everything about damn near every Pokemon. The closest thing she can come up with was an entry stating that some grass-types have certain affinities for all kinds of smells, which would explain why Servine was currently fucking her toes no—Wait what?!

What looked like a four-inch-long purplish-pinkish elongated pine cone was being humped in between the big and index toes of each of her feet. Servine's eyes were closed and he kept squeaking with pleasure. Liquid leaked out of each tip, lubing them up and making buck faster.

She just stared at his organs wide-eyed. She had never seen a penis before, let alone from a Pokémon and let alone two emanating from one Pokémon Pokémon genitalia has always fascinated her, like taking a peek underneath the wrapping paper of Christmas presents.

Wow, he's really going at it, Hilda remarked. This wasn't really getting her off, not for his lack of trying. Maybe I can throw him a bone...well, two bones, I guess. Alternately she started to shift her feet. This seemed to bring Servine back to reality and stared at Hilda as if he was in trouble. "Shhh, let mommy take care of you."

Her magic toes didn't take long. With a shudder and a long shrill, goo shot out from each of his tips. Globs dotted across her skin from her knees down to her toes. She allowed his hemipenes to be betwixt her toes. Hilda scooped up a bunch of cum off her right leg with her thumb and tasted it. "Tastes...like pine sap," she remarked, pursing her entire face. Every other second his dual shafts twitched ever so slightly and released a few droplets of cum while slowly retracting back into his body.

After five whole minutes (yes, she timed this) his cocks disappeared and Hilda began to clean with some baby wipes that she had in her backpack for an emergency. Never thought that this would ever be an "emergency." Servine ran up to her right and nuzzled his head against her hand. "Sure, you love me now, but the second I take you to Nurse Joy for a shot you'll scratch my eyes out," she joked, scratching the bottom of his chin the way that made him drool.

She threw her footwear back on and tapped her left toe on the ground. "Well, we lost a lot of time. Let's make it to Nacrene City before the sun goes down. I'll race ya!"

Servine struck a pose, ready for a challenge. Then Hilda bent down and gave him a big kiss on his cheek and sprinted toward the city. "Serviiiiiine!" he objected after her and ran off toward his goddess.