There was something strange fluttering in her chest. For 500 years she had lived alone in her little cave, alone. It was just what she had gotten used to at this point, so there was no real reason to doubt if there was anything out there. Just a few days before she wouldn't even have thought of the out there at all, for she hadn't even imagined that there was an out there. It all started when it burst into her cave.

It was strange. Floating, yet... She sensed a sort of kin from it. Like it was family. It's gears rotated as it blew trough her wall, almost startling her to death. But it didn't do anything after that. It simply floated over to her, examined her, and then plonked itself down onto the ground with a loud metallic thud. She dared not try and explore the areas beyond the broken wall, for she could sense great danger from the darkness. Whatever was there was not worth her time.

Instead, she decided to focus on the newcomer. She circled it a few times, floating trough the air with a hand placed upon her chin. What was it? What was she feeling? Her hand trailed to gently touch upon the gear. She felt cold from it, but... Maybe there was something warm below there. She moved her hand to her own chest, sighing. There was cold. But also warmth there too. They were similar in those matters, clearly. Both were cold on the outside, metal and steel, yet on the inside pumped a warm core. It made her giggle.

It hadn't moved for a few hours now. It still simply sat there on the ground, as if waiting. It's eye stared forwards, open and curious still. There was something simply charming about it. Maybe it was because of the geary being being the first outsider she had seen in her life, but she felt warm watching it. She wanted to touch it. Her hands trailer across it softly, feeling every inch of the being. It did not seem to mind her touching...

But did it feel good? She was concerned. It was a newcomer. She should treat it well! But it wasn't showing any feeling. What did it want? She tried to touch it roughly. Punch and pat. But nothing. She tried to stroke some appendages like the spikes, yet nothing. She huffed and backed away for a moment, trying to figure out what to try next. Perhaps she should go a bit further.

She proceeded to carefully float over the gear. If this wouldn't gather it's attention, nothing would. It went lower and lower, until her bottom was touching the edges of the gear. She bit her lower lip and begun to grind her nether regions against the rims of the gear. At first, it felt strange. Cold, and all around not too nice. But as she started to go a bit faster and rougher, she felt herself become warmer. Soft moans escaped her lips as she felt her jewel hit against the rim of the gear.

But there was no noise. Nothing. She frowned and kept up her grinding before then correcting her position a bit, her dripping wet hole now floating above one of the gear's teeth. She closed her eyes and slammed down on it, releasing a rather loud scream as the tooth broke her hymen. She quivered and sat on it for a moment before starting to bounce, slowly at first, trying her best to keep going.

It didn't take long for her to fall into pleasure. At first she just went normally, but soon she was muttering and squirming as she bounced on the gear over and over, her juices and blood mixin and dripping down the gear Pokemon's body. It didn't take long for her at all to come, squealing like a filthy sow as her femme seed dripped down the gear.

She lost her consciousness soon, waking up to discover the gear that she had met was gone.

She was alone once more.