[NSFW] Tonight...Your Queen

You shut the door behind you with your foot, place your bags down and throw yourself onto the sofa. It's been almost a year since you've moved to Alola, Akala to be exact.

“A Once in a Lifetime Opportunity! We need young and ambitious individuals who are READY to be part of this century’s scientific discoveries and breakthroughs! If you are receiving this letter, you have passed the preliminary requirements to become a valued member of The Aether Foundation!”

Upon arrival you came to realize your role as a “valued member” was certainly different than originally hoped for. In lieu of a comfortable office and freaky beakers, the staff usually had you running around the various islands collecting samples of dirt, igneous rocks, pollen and sometimes …..droppings. Amidst the blazing sun and humidity, it can get killer at times.

You're getting better at it, but all the arduous walking is still very taxing for a city boy like you. You remove your muddy sneakers and walk towards your fridge with the many bags from today’s market haul in arm.

Milk into the fridge, imitation crab meat into the freezer, imported Gogoat cheese into the fridge, fresh Oran Berry Poffin....goes atop the counter. “Impossible to Finish without a Smile - Best eaten fresh” reads the label.

You buy these for your Pokemon roommate Tsareena. They’re her all time favorite.

You yell at her from downstairs, announcing your arrival and of the hot poffin.

No response.

You yell a second time, this time addressing her as "your majesty” teasingly.

The smell alone usually brings her down the stairs at alarming speeds. But today, unfiltered silence is all that graces your ears.

She's the only Pokemon you've had since you've moved here, or anything you'd remotely consider an actual friend. The fateful encounter occurred during your second research assignment. While collecting some rubber samples from trees deep in the Akalan jungle, a sweet smell wafted through the air. Sniffing around the vicinity, the source seemed to be a small bouncing pink seed with a goofy smile. Despite the smile, you could see it was heavily bruised and likely had exhausted most of the energy in its little body. As it collapsed onto the grass, a large dark rat frantically emerged from the thick bushes adjacent to you. The unmistakable Raticate had appeared, without a doubt the reason why this small creature was in such a terrible condition.
True to the values of Team Aether, you swiftly picked up the injured Pokemon and waved a nearby stick menacingly at the rat. The stick put up a good fight for a total of two seconds, it was no match for the razor sharp incisors of the rodent. Not wanting to be the next potential target of the two foot menace, you made a successful swift escape out of the jungle. The adrenaline made everything seem like a green blur to you. The only thing you do remember is spilling the rubber samples on the way out, losing about a week of hard work. In the end, you’d say it was worth it.

Since that day, this Pokemon has almost become inseparable to you. She’s always been at your side whether it is cooking, training in the occasional battle, star-gazing or helping you out in presentations. She especially loves the last, often wearing whatever silly costume is relevant and available.  A bonafide pal, one you can’t see yourself being without now. And she makes the house smell fantastic!

Ever since her last evolution however, you've noticed her acting increasingly aloof.

What is being done wrong? Is it the poffins? The new Smeargle paintings you hung up in the living room?

Perhaps it's just the weather. You naturally don't mind water since you're 100% Hoenn, but maybe all this rain has her feeling gloomy.

These smaller concerns are overshadowed by your greatest fear. The fear that she no longer wishes to be a part of your life. You wonder if her desire is to return to the green wilderness from which she came, to govern over her weaker siblings. A queen is nothing without a kingdom, to keep her away from destiny would make you a….

You snap yourself out of these thoughts and return to the present.

You stand straight, carry the fresh poffin in hand and slowly climb up the stairs.

It’s quieter than usual. When she doesn’t come rushing down the stairs, she is busy organizing books or giving the small mannequin in her room silly outfits made of whatever material she can get her hands on.

Perhaps she is sleeping?


You open the door to her room and take a peek around. Everything seems in place, clean and smelling like a lovely spring morning walk. The usual.
Only one thing about her chamber strikes you as unusual, her mannequin. This morning you could have sworn she was adorning it with red robes, but now it bares only its wooden skin. She takes pride in showing you her latest creations once you get back from your daily activities when you can’t take her along.

You shut her bedroom door and conclude the last place she could be at is your room. She wouldn’t be in the bathroom. Not since that time she tried flushing herself down as a Steenee.

You flip the light switch and enter the already opened room, immediately drawn to the window directly in front. It’s wide open! Did you forget to close it this morning? Or…did Tsareena do this to make a swift escape?
Moving closer towards the window you notice part of your bed wet and a small puddle on the side nearest to the window. The rain must have gotten in, curiously the windowsill is free of water.
Carefully placing the poffin atop your nearby nightstand, you open the topmost drawer and pull out a dry towel.
You kneel down to clean the puddle only to discover its thicker consistency….and a pungent sweet smell. The alluring smell strikes you as familiar, but you can’t quite place your finger on it…not yet of course. Despite knowing better, you poke the substance and bring it close to your mouth.
As you’re about to satisfy your curiosity, you hear shifting within your proximity. The source appears to be coming from your closet.
You move towards it, the sound of heavy breathing increasing with every step.

Pulling the foldable closet door open, you find…..a sweating Tsareena with a terrified expression on her face. Before you can finish asking her if she’s alright, your eyes are drawn to what she is holding behind her back. Her attempts at hiding it were made futile by her slender waist. Held by her trembling hands is a medium sized cucumber from the kitchen, one side appearing especially glossy.

It wasn’t completely unknown to you that Tsareena has been pleasuring herself recently. Sometimes when you’d wake up at midnight to get a glass of water, you’d hear muffled wet slapping noises and soft moans coming from her room. The pervert inside you wanted to open that door at times, but your respect for her held you back. She never interrupted your business after all.
This is the first time you’ve caught her red-handed however, and you never expected her to be using your room of all places.

While you're lost in thought , the now frustrated Tsareena hits you on the head with the cucumber and pushes you away from her. You luckily land on the bed face up, rubbing your head. She didn’t you strike you hard, but the event itself leaves you flabbergasted.

 She drops the cucumber and jumps onto your laid out body while yelling what you can only assume are swears in Tsareenese. Her face is flushed red with embarrassment, she shakes your shirt in frustration.
You try to grasp her arms with your hands to calm her down, only to have them swatted away.
What she does next comes as a surprise to you, she ceases her tantrum and closes her eyes. She exhales slowly, opens her eyes and looks down at you. Her boysenberry eyes lock firmly into yours, a compelling sight. She gracefully takes one hand and pulls down the “turtleneck” portion of her body ever so slightly, revealing her fine pink lips. Her lips have remained something of a mystery since she evolved from her juvenile forms. She always looks away from you when she eats.
Slightly plump and lustrous, they seem incredibly inviting. You've never felt such a sudden rush of attraction, especially for a Pokemon. A part of you has always wanted this. You unconsciously shift your lips with desire, Tsareena takes immediate notice and leans forward to meet faces.
She holds your cheeks with her gentle hands and bumps your lips with hers. She kneads your lips with hers softly, carefully, and lovingly.
Your tongue parts her lips, to which she gladly greets with her own. She caresses the entire surface of your thirsty tongue. Moans escape both of you, only to be devoured by the other. Could this be what she has been wanting this whole time? Is this what a true bond between a trainer and a Pokemon feels like? Is this wrong?
The more you stare into her eyes and exchange saliva, the less these questions matter to you.
You don't want this to end. You want more.
Much to your dismay, she breaks the deep kiss. She wipes the saliva bridge between you and pulls up her turtleneck, concealing her smile. She lets out a giggle, and gets herself off of you.
She moves her way towards the cushioned bed frame, resting her back against it with her legs crossed.
The absence of her warmth is jarring.
With her head poised slightly upwards, Tsareena sits up and claps her hands twice.
Whatever could your queen want?
As if reading your inquisitive facial expression, she gestures towards her object of desire. The poffin.
You stand up and reach for it. Plate in hands, you offer it to her. She shakes her head.
Tsareena gestures for you to sit in front of her instead.
As you sit down, she pulls down her turtleneck once more and motions towards her mouth.
You understand perfectly, but think it's a little silly.
You comply anyways.
Carefully picking up the poffin you bring it close to her mouth. She licks her lips, sensually moistening them. You bring it closer to her slowly, so as to not smear her face. She opens her mouth and takes half the poffin into it. She masticates slowly, closing her eyes while doing so. You never knew eating could look so appealing, the way she moves her mouth is hypnotic. After about ten seconds of chewing she swallows, she lets out a satisfied sigh shortly. She looks at you with stargazed eyes, they melt deep into your soul.
She opens her arms wide, a soft smile gracing her face.
You extend your arms as well and move closer. Her lips now puckered, sweet embrace your goal.


Just as you’re about to wrap your arms around her body, Tsareena spreads her legs and puts one of her hands behind your head. She swiftly lifts up her dress and pushes you down into the unknown. It all happened so quickly, her small arms strong enough to keep you in place but not to the point of discomfort.
It’s a tad dark, but you can make out your new environment fairly well. Her rich purple thighs are at your sides. Though they appear soft and pillowy, you are well aware of how dangerous an angry Tsareena’s legs can be. Her thighs could no doubt make puree out of your skull. Being surrounded by such power excites you a little.
However, what lies directly in front of you cannot be ignored. Tsareena has cordially invited you to meet her engorged lower lips. Her lustrous purple womanhood drips with a viscous clear liquid, the same you found on the floor earlier. You inhale deeply, her moist odor graces your nose. Under her dress the sweet scent is trapped and amplified. It’s driving you insane.
Without restraint, you move forward. You lick the thick liquid from the lowest point you can find, slowly licking your way up to her swollen pink clit. She lets out a gasp.
Her juices are sweet, but not overwhelmingly so. It’s what you can only describe as a rose-like honey, right down to the consistency. It’s divine. Not even royal Vespiquen jelly can compare.
You take your right arm and begin stroking your throbbing shaft. You take the other one and wrap it around her thigh, proceeding to lick up all the Tsareena nectar you can find. Tsareena shudders, without a doubt lost in pleasure. She begins to pet the back of your head, so far satisfied with your service.
You slide your tongue in clockwise motions around her lips, slowly whirlpooling your way to the center of her crevice.
Your tongue penetrates her purple folds, her warm inner pink walls giving some resistance to your entry. Stubbornly, you push deeper into her savory depths.
Once you reach the limit of your tongue’s length, you push it back and forth from her cavern rhythmically. You’ve never felt such an intense thirst in your life, her well is the only thing that can provide for you at this moment.
Tsareena’s pleasure-full squeals grow louder as you increase your pace, you stroke your slick rod in sync with your passionate licking.
Tsareena wraps her legs behind your head and attempts to push you even deeper into her fruity love hole. She begins grinding her hips against your face, her inner walls contracting irregularly. Catching your breath becomes hard, but you ambitiously continue knowing your queen is close to ecstasy.
Thrusting her hips to the point of slight elevation, Tsareena lets out a loud moan as your face becomes drenched with her climax juices.
She frees your head from the prison of her wrapped legs while you finish lapping up the remaining liquids.
Your tongue is exhausted. Lifting your head up from her skirt, you sit up and take a breather.
Tsareena lets out sultry giggles between her breaths, you notice her flushed face eyeing the erection that protrudes from your shorts.
She lays down on her stomach, using the dorsal side of her hands to hold her head. Her eyes scan every detail on your throbbing shaft.
You wipe sweat off your brow as she reaches for it, placing the palm of her right hand slowly at its tip.
The gushing pre allows her palm to glide smoothly across the head of your penis.
Her cupped hand moves erratically, occasionally squeezing it. Her eyes sparkle with curiosity, cheeks flushed an adorable rosy red. You find your lewd queen’s innocence invigoratingly stimulating.
She pushes your erection against your belly, moving her left hand under your testees. Tsareena presses her palm against your rod, stroking it up and down. Her other hand fondles your man grapes gently, their physics appearing to be a source of amusement for her. Bouncing them up and down with occasional massaging, it provides a strange sense of pleasure.


Her head inches closer to your lower body, she licks the rim of her lips. There’s nothing more in the world you want at this moment than to be engulfed by her.


She looks up to you with a sly smile, taking delight from the desire in your face.
Tsareena closes her eyes, tilting her head to the side while her arms makes a cross shape against her chest.
As you realized what was happening, you feel cool thick vines bind your arms to your side. Her control over fauna never ceases to impress you. She pushes you down, your back softly falling into the bed.


Tsareena places her hands on your abs. This is it, what you've been waiting for.
Her thirsty tongue flows slowly from the bottom of your testees all the way up.
Elegantly moving away her drooping bang to the side, she begins to lick your tip. Her warm tongue makes you feel like you’re going to melt. Despite her clear inexperience, she does just the right motions to send your mind into a daze. She prods your urethra with her tongue, jabbing in and out. It’s an unusual sensation, a stinging pleasure. Noticing your slight discomfort, she resumes caressing your shaft's head.
Slobbering, kissing it, and rubbing it against her lips, you can't help but drool at the wet madness. You want Tsareena to play with you all night, let her use you in any way she sees fit. You revel at her plant like beauty while she pleases you. You can't wait for her to truly take you into her royal maw.
Tsareena suddenly halts. She moves away from your manhood, only her soft lips making the SLIGHTEST of contact to your anticipating helmet.
The sudden lack of pleasure is noticeably maddening.
You try to shift around, attempting to grind your horny rod against her mouth in pathetic futility. It flops into the air before slapping onto your belly with a wet flop, hot pre quickly runs all the way down the sides of your waist.
Tsareena huskily chuckles as she hovers inches away from your member.
Frustration swells every corner of your body. It's torture, and she's well aware of how cruel this is.
You beg softly for her.
She sits up and crosses her arms. Looking away as if you're not worth her time.


What a cruel little mistress your Tsareena has become. You have never had to supplicate for anything in your life. But at the mercy of your plant goddess, you have no choice. Your man meat feels at the brink of bursting.


You plead from the bottom of your soul, you’ll do anything for her as long as she does this favor for you.


She turns back to you, her face carrying an aura of complacency.


You stutter a bit trying to find the right word, until a loud “please” escapes you. As you finish delivering the word, your mouth remains open as a shock of pleasure courses through every cell in your body. Tsareena has taken the entirety of your sopping penis into her sweet little face hole. She flinches temporarily, but her conceited lusty look never allowed to become subdued.
It’s incredibly warm, you would have never imagined a grass entity like her to host such comforting heat.
She shuts her eyes, and begins to slowly slide up and down your shaft.
Your hands clench, turning the bedcovers into a wadded mess underneath them.
Her tongue welcomes your member by skating below it, erasing all traces of your own fluids and replacing them with hers.
Even with her mouth shut, a symphony of wet suckling noises pleases your ears. Every loud slurp causing your groin muscles to flex.
Her dazzling eyes gleam as she bobs her head, gaining some momentum. Her varied movements give you no time to catch a breath. She moves her head in a pendulum motion, her hips swaying in the opposite direction. Her serpentine motions have you entranced. You are her prey tonight, and you hope for this role for many more to come.
You feel something peculiar coat your rod, a thick syrup-like substance envelops it from within her mouth.
Tsareena fellates you in circles, her stunning eyes the only constant that remain affixed to you.
A loud pop resonates as she frees your penis from her mouth. She takes a breather and immediately begins to rapidly stroke your shaft with her two hands. The thick amber colored syrup is rubbed all over your pulsating pleasure stick and balls.
The viscid material appears to be doing something peculiar, you feel a permeating sensation.
A new kind of warmth surrounds your shaft, and then you truly understand the syrup’s purpose. As Tsareena continues her vicious stroking, what can only be described as a tactile “after-image” bombards your senses. This new feeling’s intensity causes your eyes to roll back and feet to wiggle.
Tsareena sniggers and jams your sensitive manhood back into her eager damp maw.
It takes all your will to beat the pleads of your testicles. The urge of filling her mouth with your suppressed cream immediately is an ordeal to overcome.
She begins to amass speed once more, the clenching of her lips dragging across the entire length.
Her tongue frantically waves across your slick skin. What sounds like her muffled moans to your ears is the source of a pleasurous vibration for lodged phallus.
The bed begins to shake as Tsareena gives it her all. Tears swell at the sides of her eyes, her bobbing reaching velocities not even your hand has delivered.
Her tongue running berserk on your leaking shaft’s head, the soothing humidity of her fruity hole, and the syrup’s tactile effects finally begin to weather you down.
You grit your teeth as you surrender your love to your intoxicating sex queen Tsareena.
You thrust into her instinctively, your rod sandwiched by her tongue below and the roof of her mouth.
She winces as thick ropes of your man nectar assault the walls of her orifice. Sweet relief flows through you while the poor plant queen struggles to manage your generous goo.
Unable to keep up, Tsareena pulls out your penis to breathe. The last of it shoots without warning, Tsareena is streaked across her face and crown with your batter.
She frowns for a moment, moving cum away from her eyelids. When she is finally able to open her exhausted eyes, she crawls onto your chest.
She opens her mouth, beckoning you to look inside it. In the bottom of her mouth, your copious man milk is held.
Tsareena shuts her mouth and in one loud gulp, your offering is accepted down her throat.
She rubs her belly happily while licking away the sticky remains around her mouth.
She dismounts you and rolls off the bed, promptly making her way under it.
Objects stir underneath, what on Earth is she retrieving?


Her gleeful head finally pops out of the side of the bed.
She rises to her feet with each of her hands full.
On one hand a beautiful floral crown of varying colors. And in the other a maroon cloak, which looks suspiciously similar to a curtain that went missing a few weeks ago.
These were the same garments that the mannequin had.
Tsareena hops back onto the bed, sitting with her legs crossed next to your side.
She places the cloak over your naked torso, your contours slowly becoming revealed under the cozy fabric.
Rising the crown dramatically over her, Tsareena slowly descends it towards your head. And with that, you are now officially royalty.
The king to a mighty Tsareena, you beam at the thought.
Her eyelids weigh down, she coos softly as she wearily lays herself across your chest.
The vines from earlier shrivel and lose their grasp over you, setting your body free.
It makes no difference to you, there’s nowhere else you’d want to be right now.
You wrap your arms around the worn out plant damsel, rubbing her back tenderly.
Your breaths gradually become slower in unison, as you drift away into slumber.