Salon Maiden
“Entei my friend, see if you can melt that large boulder over there with your fire blast.” Anabel said to the large legendary dog standing next to her. The Pokemon let out a roar, and with it a blazing hot blast of flames shot from the beast’s mouth, forming a human-like shape as it travelled through the air towards the large rock. Upon impact, the boulder had nearly vanished, leaving nothing but a large puddle of semi-molten material where it once stood. “Good job Entei, you’ve definitely improved since our last battle with Ash!” Anabel gave the Pokemon a pat on the head, to which the beast purred softly.
It had been a few months since Ash and his group of friends had departed the Battle Tower. Needless to say, things were a bit strange in the little time he and his friends were staying. At first Ash was convinced that she was a boy, and not until Anabel told him straight out that she was female did he believe her. She had tried to teach him her special psychic abilities, namely the ability to communicate with their Pokemon empathically, but they made no progress and eventually gave up.
Even though her position as Salon Maiden basically dictated that she train at least a few hours a day, Anabel was beginning to lose interest in such activities. Ever since Ash’s departure, a long line of underwhelming trainers had fallen far too easily at her hands, and a general lack of excitement that came with having guests was starting to depress her. Ash was the strongest challenge she’d had in as long as she could remember, and now that he was gone it was almost as if she had no reason to train anymore. Her Entei had taken notice. Most of the time, during their training sessions, Anabel would break off in the middle of their efforts and go in the house and not come out for up to an hour at times. Entei had paid no mind to this in the past, but it was starting to worry him.
Anabel had never told anyone that she secretly had a crush on Ash. The thought of all the headlines in the papers and paparazzi storming her little house sent shivers up her spine. Even though she had her Entei with her at pretty much all times (the dog’s Pokeball sat collecting dust in her bedside drawer, the last time she touched it was beyond her), an unrelenting sense of loneliness kept creeping up on her when she least expected it. The time she felt the most alone was when she’d lay in her bed staring up at the ceiling, then look over at the unoccupied pillow next to her, wishing that maybe, just maybe, Ash would someday return.
Anabel glanced over towards the house, a slight frown appearing on her face. “Entei my friend, I’ll be back in a little bit, I have something I need to take care of inside. Will you be ok out here?” The Pokemon gave Anabel a little lick on the face, causing her to break out in a large smile. “Oh Entei, you’re so silly.” She hugged her Pokemon before setting off towards the house. Entei simply sat down in the grass and watched his trainer walk towards, and eventually go inside the house. After Anabel was out of sight, Entei spotted another large rock nearby. He flashed a determined smirk, his nose spewing noxious smoke, getting ready to one-up his previous effort.
Anabel strolled leisurely to her bedroom, and promptly flopped down onto her bed, which was just by looking at it, clearly too big for her to be sleeping in alone. She glanced over at her bedside table, on top of which was a framed picture of Ash striking one of his trademark trainer poses. She reached over and pulled the picture closer to her, setting it down upright about a foot from her face, which was turned to face the portrait. Why did he have to go? Why couldn’t she tell him how she felt? Why did she feel this way about him? Every time she lay on her bed looking at his picture these thoughts crept into her head.
A loud explosion, followed by the slight smell of smoke, slightly startled her. “That Entei, he never gives up on his training.” She muttered to herself before returning her gaze to the picture of ash beside her. Just the thought of him being next to her was enough to propel her thoughts beyond the realm of possibility. Image after image swirled in her head, always leading to the same conclusion every time she lay here staring at his picture. Anabel bit her lower lip, still staring at the picture, as she rubbed her thighs together slowly.
It didn’t take long for her right hand to slowly slide down the sheets atop which she was laying to the belt of her purple slacks, slowly pushing them down towards her feet. Once she was free of the almost constricting feeling they brought to her thighs, she slowly ran her middle finger over her still covered pussy, letting out a low moan the entire distance her finger travelled. She looked back over at the picture sitting a short distance from her face, mouth half open, a little trail of drool falling from her lips, all the while gently running her finger up and down the panties which so conveniently blocked it from its destination.
“…A-… Ash…” She managed to let out in stuttered breaths, her eyes fixed on the picture. Her fingers now traced the underside of her panties at the waist, almost wishing they would dissolve into the thin country air. Her hand made its way down to its objective, running a finger gently over her (by now) moist and sensitive opening. With each pass a shudder ran all the way down to her feet and all the way up her spine to her skull, sending waves of pleasure to point of her body.
“Ash… I…” Anabel said between moans, her fantasies running rampant through her mind. She pictured herself being at the mercy of the boy, him doing her in any position that popped into her head. Her other hand instinctively was now playing with her tiny breast, pinching her nipple at the images pulsating in her imagination. “Ash… Please, I need…” As soon as those words were said, the hand beneath her now soaked panties had almost taken on a mind of its own.
“Ash!” She cried out, as she stuck her middle finger into her opening. Her back involuntarily arched upwards, so that now all that was holding her up were the back of her head and her feet. Her fantasies were becoming more and more wild as the girl got closer and closer to apex, almost to the point where they blurred together into one vision that drove her to go faster. With that she inserted a second finger, letting out a loud gasp followed by a long, low moan.
A third finger had found her clit, which drove Anabel over the edge. She couldn’t contain herself anymore, the fantasies in her head reaching climax as she pictured Ash releasing himself inside of her, filling her to the brink. She arched her back skywards and released a loud scream as juice pulsed over her fingers, soaking her panties even more than they already were. Her body fell back to the bed in a heap, her eyes half closed, tongue hanging from her mouth, and panting quite heavily from releasing so much energy. Her head turned back toward the picture frame, now knocked over from her moving the bed. She picked it up, brought it to her face, and kissed the still life of her crush.
A loud crash in the hallway outside the room snapped her out of her lustful state, causing her to sit up suddenly in her bed. “Oh, son of a-… I better have not left the door…” She turned her head towards the doorway, which was widely agape. “Open…” she said as her heart sank to her stomach, then jumped to her throat when she saw what had flashed by the door in an attempt to escape her eyes.
Anabel’s Entei stood frozen just outside the doorway, hoping that she hadn’t noticed him open the door. “Entei? Is that you my friend?” she called out in the direction of the doorway, receiving no answer. “What was he doing in here? Perhaps he got worried about me being gone so long… But wait, how much of this did he see? Was he watching this whole time?” Thoughts raced through her head, she didn’t know what to do; her favorite and closest Pokemon, for all she knew, just watched her get off to a picture of ash.
She gathered herself enough to get off the bed and walk towards the door. No sense in putting her pants back on, considering what her Entei may have just witnessed. “Entei? Please Entei, come here…” she walked up to the doorway and peeked her head out sure enough, there was Entei, sitting facing the doorway, with all of his paws covering is front for some reason she didn’t understand.
“Hey, Entei, what are you doing in here?” she asked the Pokemon, receiving nothing but a blush across the dog’s face, until he eventually looked down to the ground out of embarrassment. “Just… How long were you out here watching me?” Again, no reply, instead the Pokemon shifted its paws warily, concealing its ever growing problem from its trainer. “Oh Entei, come here my friend, I’m so sorry…” She suddenly lunged forward and hugged her legendary dog, knocking him on his backside. There was nothing Entei could do now, she was just bound to notice.
“Entei, I’m sorry, I’m so sor- Ah!” Anabel was startled by something rather solid poking her in the backside. “What in the hell was-“Just then, her eyes widened, a blank expression appearing across her face. Entei could do nothing but turn his head to the side and look away, a deep, blood-red blush reaffirming itself on the Pokemon’s cheeks. She knew exactly what had just unexpectedly poked her. But, she wasn’t shocked. She wasn’t disturbed, nor was she angry. Instead, she brought her hand to Entei’s face and turned it to face her own. By now she had as vibrant a blush as Entei, her eyes filled with what could be called lust, but at the same time sparkled with a loving passion for her best companion. “Entei... Is this what your problem was all this time?” She reached back between her legs and ran a finger up the Pokemon’s now fully erect penis, Entei growling lowly in approval. “I have an idea my friend, come with me…” She got up off her Pokemon and led him over to her bed where she had just finished up her own little session.
“Here, hop up here.” She patted the bed, and Entei obeyed, jumping up and sitting down atop where Anabel had climaxed not 5 minutes ago. He could smell it, her scent was thick in the air, and was making him crave her even more. The Pokemon’s cock pulsed between its legs, to which Anabel took notice. “Oh, Entei, it’s me you want, isn’t it?” She glanced down at Entei’s fully erect member, and then back to his face, his eyes filled with primal lust. Anabel crawled on all fours across the bed to her waiting Pokemon, taking all of him in one hand. Entei let out a deep sigh, every nerve in his cock screaming for the satisfaction he was about to receive. “It was me that got you like this, wasn’t it?” She again glanced down at what she held in her hand, then back to her Pokémon’s face.
“Well, if that’s the case…” She crawled back from her Entei and turned around, pulling off her still soaked panties, slowly running her ass teasingly up and down against the Pokemon’s throbbing member. Entei could barely stand any more; it took every ounce of resolve in his being to resist mounting his trainer right then and there. “…I think we should do something about your little problem here, my friend.” Entei was in fact far from little, for being not that much larger than her he had a size that she never would have guessed.
She crawled a few feet forward, reaching a hand between her legs and up to her slit, which was once again dripping wet. Entei couldn’t stop staring at her backside, the scent of her nearly putting his primal urges into overdrive. It was intoxicating, and it was driving him wild. Every second that passed felt like an eternity due to the lustful state his mind was in. Anabel gently used two fingers to open the lips of her pussy, an invitation for her Entei to take care of the problem that had been plaguing him all this time.
“Come here my friend.” She turned her head back to Entei, face beat red, her eyes filled with a desire that not even Ash could instill in her, and beckoned her Pokemon forward. Entei willingly obeyed, moving across the bed to his waiting trainer. He leaned forward and gave Anabel a lick before positioning himself above her. She reached an arm back and took hold of Entei’s face, bringing it down to meet hers. “My friend, slowly, please…” Entei obeyed, and slid himself slowly but surely into his trainer. Every inch, every centimeter brought more and more satisfaction to both of them, pulsations of pleasure darting through both of their bodies.
Entei let out a sort of confused bark, and Anabel instantly knew why. “My friend, you have to break through it.” Entei looked into Anabel’s eyes, not sure whether to proceed or not. Anabel brought her forehead to Entei’s, stroking the top of his head. “It’s ok, please, go ahead, just get it over with.” Entei gave her another lick, and with one fluid motion, broke through the bundle of nerves that was blocking his path a mutual ecstasy. Anabel couldn’t help but scream with both pain and pleasure, her eyes nearly rolling into the back of her head. After the initial wave of pain has subsided, she nodded to her Pokemon that it was ok to proceed.
From that point on, they were no longer simply Pokemon and trainer. They were a pair intertwined by the strongest bond known to either of them. Any sense of uncertainty that either of them had about the other melted away as soon as Entei had filled Anabel with himself; they both knew now exactly how they felt for one another. “Entei, please, I need it…” Entei instinctively began pumping himself in and out of his trainer, feeling for himself what the inside of the one he loved for most felt like. Anabel beneath him was now nothing more than a body consumed by passion, emotion and lust. Her eyes became white, drool dripping from her mouth, as she let herself be consumed by the waves of pleasure her Entei was sending through her body with each thrust.
Entei felt her pussy tighten around him, as he let out a low, long howl at how good she felt around him. With each push he felt himself getting closer and closer to the pinnacle of satisfaction, involuntarily causing him to thrust into his trainer progressively faster. Anabel had lost all train of thought by this point, seeing only the backs of her eyelids as she submitted herself to her Pokemon. She had never envisioned, nor had the thought of having sex with a Pokemon, especially one of her own, ever even crossed her mind. But yet here she was, being driven to the brink by her best friend, her life-long companion, her favorite Pokemon, Entei. She could feel the legendary dog’s cock pulsing inside of her, knowing instantly that he was getting close as well.
She took hold one of Entei’s paws, which were positioned right next to her arms, with her arm and looked back at him as he continued to pound in and out of her. “En- Entei… You… You’re getting… Clo… Close…” She stammered out between thrusts, regaining herself momentarily just enough to utter those few words. “Please, my- my friend… Let… Let me… Have… I- It…”
With one final thrust, Entei let out a howl and Anabel a scream as the Pokemon filled her to the brim with his seed. Wave after wave shot from his member into her as her juices splashed over Entei’s cock. Just 10 minutes ago she had climaxed at just a picture of her crush, and now here she was cumming simultaneously with her Entei on her back. For a minute the two just stayed there, trying desperately to catch their breath, overwhelmed by what they had both just experienced.
Entei finally pulled out of his trainer, and lay down on the bed next to her. Anabel looked over at her Pokemon, immediately crawling over and laying down next to him, holding him in her arms. “Entei, my friend… I love you.” Entei licked her face and placed a paw over her as she nuzzled her face right next to his. “You’re my best friend Entei, I couldn’t imagine not having you around.” She gently stroked his back as she closed her eyes and let her exhaustion take her away. Before long the two were sound asleep, holding each other closer than they’d ever been. All of Anabel’s loneliness and depression along with Entei’s worry had evaporated as if it had never even existed, for both of them knew that they would always have each other to depend on. “Entei… I love you…” Anabel whispered half asleep. Entei brought her closer to him, hugging her tight, never wanting to let go of his love.