Ceci n'est pas une Smeargle

>You were starting to get uncomfortable
>The forest was pretty, yes, but you'd been staring at it long enough to get bored
>The white canvas tarp under you wasn't particularly soft either, and you were grateful for the moss under it, even if it wasn't enough
>The pose you were holding was starting to make your arm cramp, and you could feel the telltale tug in your neck that indicated there might be a cramp starting there too
>To top it off, you were starting to get a little chilly, too
>It wasn't quite late enough in spring to get properly warm, even if it certainly wasn't winter-weather cold anymore
>And you were a little too close to naked to be dressed for the weather
>A sheer length of translucent white cloth draped across your crotch and over one shoulder definitely didn't count as clothing
>Especially not with this much cling, this stuff was practically plastic wrap
>You wondered why you'd agreed to this again

>Smeargle poked her head out from behind the easel, staring at you for a second or two before giving an encouraging wave and ducking back
>You could see some of her tail twitching, even with the paintbrush tip held in one hand
>You could imagine her expression, tongue held between her teeth, brows furrowed in intense concentration as she put paint to canvas with careful strokes
>You hear her make a little nervous noise, probably from her palette tipping and nearly spilling the powdered dyes she uses for her tail
>Oh right, that's why

>She'd raised a number of valid points when she first brought it up
>For a Pokemon, she was very good at communicating
>She took care of so much for you - she had learned Surf to carry you across the water, Recycle to restore your used items, Psychic to talk with you...
>A nude study would cost you nothing, and some time to paint something other than landscapes was just what she needed
>You'd wanted to argue, but they really were valid points, and besides she was too cute to argue with for long
>At least you'd managed to get out of being entirely nude
>This cloth wasn't much better, though

>You became aware of a telltale sensation, and cursed quietly
>Smeargle poked her head out again, confused
>Standing, you waved her off and promised to be back soon before wandering off a little bit into the woods
>Probably shouldn't have had all that coffee for breakfast
>After relieving yourself on a nearby tree, you made your way back to the campsite
>Evidently, you'd gotten a little turned around in the forest; when you returned, you were on the other side of the clearing
>From here, you could even see Smeargle's unfinished painting, and Smeargle herself taking a drink of water a little ways off
>Curious, you decided to sneak a peek at the painting
>The result was...not what you had expected

>You'd said "no" to the nude study before, but evidently, she hadn't listened entirely - the cloth was evidently fine enough for her to see through, and she'd simply painted you without it
>She'd also, evidently, taken a little bit of artistic license elsewhere
>She had idealized your body, adding muscle definition and tone
>Gone were your stretchmarks and your appendectomy scar, and the rather blotchy whirlpool-shaped birthmark on your stomach had been stylized into a smooth swirl of color
>Your face, which you were pretty sure had been expressing nothing but boredom, had been transformed too
>Painting-you's eyes seemed to smolder with lust, and his mouth was quirked up in a seductive, devil-may-care smile that you don't recall ever wearing in your life
>His hair was artfully tousled, in the sort of lack of style that costs hundreds to imitate
>Oh, and he was sporting an absolutely massive erection picked out in almost-obsessive detail
>Seriously, massive - you could beat someone to death with that thing
>The overall effect was of some ancient god of fertility - one of the good ones too, not the virgin-sacrifice type, although the quantity of virgins might drop sharply around him for other reasons
>Was that really how she saw you?

>You remember an old bit of knowledge, acquired when you first started training Smeargle
>In the wild, Smeargle is naturally a solitary creature, and marks its territory with swirling symbols of paint
>These symbols are often painted onto the Smeargle's body as well
>When a Smeargle seeks a mate, it will seek out the markings of other Smeargle and create an ornate painting around them
>The target's markings are worked prominently into the art somehow - waves, a tree, or something else that leaves the marks visible in the painting
>If the target accepts the art, it will follow the seeker's markings into their territory, and the two will mate
>Thereafter, the target's marks will be painted over the submissive seeker's - even on the seeker's body - and the territories of the two will merge
>You realize that the birthmark on your stomach vaguely resembles a proud Smeargle's self-markings
>And the way your Smeargle has stylized it, and placed it in the center of the painting...
>Oh.

>Smeargle notices your sudden silence, and turns to see what's wrong
>Her eyes widen as she sees you staring at her painting, and the cup of water falls from her hands
>Her stool goes over with a clatter, her tail leaving a rainbow trail across her palatte as she launches herself towards the painting - to hide it?
>Before she can do anything, though, you catch her by the wrist
>You crouch down to look her in the eyes, but she turns away
>She's blushing hard, twisting away from you, more embarrassed than you've ever seen her
>She sends you a psychic flood of apology, with a few more coherent thoughts
>She didn't mean for you to see it like this, she was going to finish the painting and then present it properly, it was going to be tasteful and cute and perfect and you'd love her and -

>You gently squeeze her wrist, halting the flow for a second
>You're not entirely sure if you're about to make a good decision
>But if you pull back now you'll never know
>Time to make a leap of faith
>Quietly, you ask her one question
>Does she love you?
>Miserably, shamefully, she nods
>She still won't meet your eyes

>You gently bring her chin up with your other hand
>She doesn't resist, but she still turns her eyes away
>You plant a kiss on her nose
>She takes a sharp breath of surprise, staring at you with sudden hope
>You smile and lean in, and this time Smeargle kisses back, pressing her snout against you
>This one lasts a while, but she eventually breaks it off, panting for breath despite the kiss being relatively short
>You let the useless strip of cloth drop from your shoulders, and her breath hitches, eyes magnetically drawn to your crotch
>You ask her your other question
>Right here, right now, what does she want?

>She practically melts into your arms, wrapping her arms around your neck as she kisses you more deeply than ever
>You can feel her small breasts, usually hidden under her fur, pressing hard against you
>Her tail wraps around your back, drawing traceries of rainbow paint across your back
>You gently lift her - she's small, and light as a feather - and she wraps her legs around your waist
>Swaying slightly, you move to kneel on the white tarp you'd set up before, laying her softly on her back
>She stares up at you, eyes full of need, and you can feel yourself quickly harden
>You do your best to put the sex-god smile she painted you with
>Evidently, you don't succeed, as she dissolves into an absolutely adorable fit of giggles
>Good enough for you

>You reach down, finding her slit, and she gasps and arches her back at your barest touch
>Your first instinct is that she's exaggerating this for you, but you see nothing like that in her eyes
>Is she really that starved for touch?
>On impulse, you move down her body, trailing kisses along her belly
>She wriggles and sighs with each one, then yelps in surprised delight as you reach her clit and plant a quick kiss there too
>You gently pull her legs apart, laying them over your shoulders, and dive into her sopping-wet pussy
>She tastes delightful, not like what you'd expected - almost sweet, like peaches
>Even if her juices do seem thicker than usual, and...colorful?
>She thrashes and moans with each flick of your tongue, as if each touch is the best thing she's ever felt
>Her tail is flicking wildly across your body, and you can feel the cool paint left behind by each lash

>Before long, her thighs lock around your head, and her back arches as she screams in ecstasy
>Before very long at all, actually - she came quickly
>When you can pull your face out from between her legs, she's shaking a little with the aftershocks of her orgasm, and she's blushing and embarrassed again
>Apparently, she knows it's bad to come too early, but not that that's only for men
>You smile at her and gently tease one nipple
>She gasps and twists again, before looking up at you with a tentative smile
>You kiss her again - you just can't get enough of the taste of her lips, and she certainly doesn't seem to mind

>Smeargle reaches down, spreading her pussy open for you
>You push yourself up, and her eyes widen a little bit in combined anticipation and fear as she sees just how large your cock is, compared to her
>Admittedly, not big enough to beat someone to death with, but still much bigger than someone her size would expect
>You position herself above her, readying yourself, and ask her your third and last question
>Is she sure she wants this?
>She bites her lip and nods
>With that, you thrust into her

>You think she may have come within the first few thrusts
>God, this girl is needy
>But her pussy feels incredible
>She's constantly squeezing and tugging at your cock as you move in her, muscles rippling around you in an intensely pleasurable way
>Despite how wet she is, she's so tight that you're forced to move slowly, and every inch seems to be rewarded with another twist or contraction
>You can actually see a small bulge in her belly where your cock pokes up through her
>And she's constantly wriggling under you, legs wrapped around your hips
>Her hands move constantly, settling on her breasts, your arms, your face, her clit, your chest - no more than a few seconds to pinch or rub or caress, but in constant motion, driven by a mind going mad with lust
>Her tail, too, never stays in one place - you feel it drawing vibrant slashes across your body and the canvas underneath you, leaving startlingly beautiful if abstract trails around you
>Her own juices are brightly colored too as they leak around your moving cock, painting your crotch and the canvas beneath you like a pastel oil slick
>You and Smeargle are turning the canvas into abstract art, and you're loving every minute of it

>Before long, you feel your orgasm coming
>You lean down over her, and she immediately locks her arms around your neck
>Her tail wraps around your torso too as she pulls you closer
>Your mouth meets hers as you bury yourself to the hilt in her and come
>She screams her climax into your kiss, and you can feel her pussy working to milk every last drop of cum out of your dick
>She collapses, spent, and practically drops off you as her arms and legs let go all at once
>You manage to roll sideways and avoid landing on her as your own orgasm fades, leaving tracks in the paint around you

>Once she catches her breath, she stands on wobbly feet, gasping as she feels your cum shift inside her
>A little bit starts to drip from her slit, and she reaches down to catch it
>She pops it into her mouth and swallows with evident glee, giving a delightedly sinful little shiver
>Sighing with happiness, she reaches down to grip her tail in one shaking hand
>You stare in surprise as she begins painting a shape much like your birthmark over the four-pointed sun she uses for her symbol
>Before she finishes, you force yourself to your feet and move to kneel by her
>She looks up in surprise as you begin to rub away some of the paint she used to make your symbol, revealing a portion of her star
>The result is a yellow circle, surrounded by swirling purplish-blue
>Gently, you take her tail and begin carefully drawing a yellow circle in the center of your own birthmark
>When you're done, you look back to her face to see an expression of utter shock and delight
>She throws her arms around you in a hug, practically tackling you to the ground
>The two of you lay there together, in the heart of the forest, on Smeargle's newest masterpiece, and neither of you could be happier