My Naught Florges: Fertilizing

A field of orange flora greeted my eyesight with its bright colors, waving to and from my direction in the same pattern as they always did.

“TREASURE, TREASURE, PROPERTY,” they chanted out with each wave, almost as if I was tribute for one of their gods.  Not wanting to be a sacrifice for whatever being they worship, I wanted to get up and object to this banter they’re filling my head with.  I wanted to break free of their delusional worship and bring them back to reality once and for all.

...

I couldn’t move.  My entire body was covered by vines to the point that only the tip of my body and head were the only parts that aren’t submerged in the lush green ropes.  Panicking, I struggled to get free from their grip, but then they shifted about, covering more of my body until only my head surfaced out from the plant matter.  I wanted to cry out for help, but my voice failed to work, almost as if it was disabled by some otherworldly force.  The flowers surrounding me chanted faster and louder until a ball of petals emerged out of the field and they all went quiet.  “This must be their god, huh?” I thought to myself.

Giggling came out from the orange-esque sphere, and a familiar white head with green eyelashes popped out of the ball.

Suddenly, I lost control of my eyes as they were forced wide open by the vines that entangled my body.  My head was locked onto her sight.  All I could do was watch as she approached me, slowly but surely.

She started to say something to me when she and I were at arms lengths, but no words came out.  It took me a while to realize she was actually mouthing out actual words than trying to actually talk.  As I decipher what she is saying, her face reverts back to that all too familiar sultry gaze.

“You.”  She grasped onto my head and pulled herself towards me.  Her face was now mere centimeters away from mine.

“Are.”  She closed her eyes and her lips approached mine.  I could do nothing to stop her advances.  My mouth puckered against my will, preparing for the inevitable.

“Mine.”

Before she could complete the pact, a blinding light appeared from her forehead and enveloped everything around her, including me.  Within the last second, I closed my eyes shut to embrace for impact.
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A golden beam of light crashed through my eyelids and filled my sight with its yellow presence, making me jerk out of the chair I was sleeping in.  Instinctively I covered my head with my arms to block the source of irritating light. I broke into a pant soon after and was sweating heavily, likely from from the dream that invaded my head.  The first thing I saw was the perpetrator that had freed me from my prison: the newly cleaned windows and the beautiful setting sun. I’ll have to thank the kid that cleaned up the windows whenever I get the chance.  He did a pretty good job.  After wiping away the excess sweat from my forehead and relaxing myself, my vision returned to normal, giving me the full sight of the room I was in.

The walls were light-grayish in color as always, some of which had scribbles and obscene gestures from students drawing on them.  The dark-blue carpet on the floor stretched up to the door.  Each side held a timeworn wooden bookshelf, whose old volumes and tomes have been exchanged for modern day textbooks that focused on tutoring students about pokemon typing, potions, and other miscellaneous lessons.  In front of me was a simple wooden desk, where a damp spot revealed the area where I laid my head and dosed off, probably just drool.  I looked behind me to see the other desks and the hall that lead to the principal’s office, with one teacher dosing off inside as well, likely bored from having to stay here too.

As I woke myself up, I groaned out in frustration, realizing what room I was in and the reason I was here.

Detention.  From what I heard, it was a room where troublemaking kids went to be separated from their peers, something like a time-out of sorts.  Many described this place as Girantina’s Domain; being isolated from their friends was quite a hard thing for children to deal with, after all.  Additionally, they had to sit in these chairs and wait for their time to be up, which could last anywhere from a couple of minutes up to an hour.  Knowing how energetic some of them can be, it would be quite annoying having to stay in one spot if I was in their shoes.  However, is it really as bad like how the children describe it?

Well, I guess I questioned this treatment because I was the only student here serving it after-school unlike the others, who served it during the day.  Although I too, was stuck here every two hours for the next two weeks, the teachers in charge showed great lenience to me, allowing me to sleep, stretch, and even read some of the books here, just so as long as I stay in the detention room.  I was not sure why I was receiving special treatment for being here, but I was not the one to complain.  Sure, some kids taunted me for having to stay after school, but at least I get to avoid the crowd at the end of the day.

Additionally, this was the only time of the day where I was separated from Florges, who was using this time to care for the expanding garden around the building, giving me a much needed break from her flirtatious behavior.

A few days have passed since that night, and my parents weren’t kidding about her being around me at all times.  Now that she was my ‘guardian angel,’ she decided to throw out all sense of personal space into the trash.  Everywhere I went she followed beside me, bringing her antics and techniques along the way.  Whether I was in class, outside trying to relax, or even sleeping in my room (I could still feel her breath on my neck since that night), she would be next to me, clinging onto my arm or peeking at what I was doing, giving me no time for privacy.  She would tempt and flirt around with me whenever she got the chance, going as far as presenting herself to me when we were in tight corners alone.  Unfortunately, everyone around me saw it as nothing more than a close bond between a pokemon and her trainer and I couldn't do anything about it, else risk getting in deeper trouble for lying to the teachers and the principal.

However, the worst part about all of this wasn't that I lied to everyone; I’m definitely over that, since even bigger problems are at hand for me.  The scariest part about this was how I was not reacting as badly to her advances, almost like I’m...getting used to it.  It frightened me how well the human body can adapt.  Even then, I felt an ominous presence creeping into my thoughts the longer I was exposed to my pokemon’s flirtatious nature.

“Hello? Michael? You still there?”  A waving hand entered my vision, throwing me back into present time.  I looked over to the evolution stone teacher, who was playfully mocking my sleeping face.

“Yeah, just waking up,” I said in return.  “It seems like you aren’t the only person tired of staying here after hours.”

“Oh no, I’ve gotten used to it, just like how you easily recovered from that Venipede attack.  It’s amazing how easy the human body adjusts and adapts to these situations,” he snickered out.

Amazing? Step in my shoes and tell me if it was amazing now.

Just then, a musical tone went off in the teacher’s jacket.  He took out the cellphone from his jacket’s pocket and went out of the room to talk to whoever called him.  Although I was unable to hear what the phone call was about, his voice was filled with surprise with every exchange of words with the phone until a clapping sound echoed out, ending the conversation.   After a few moments, he rushed back in and grabbed his bag while straightening his jet-black hair.

Hastily, he shouted out, “Sorry Michael, I’ve been called into an emergency meeting taking place at the Parfum Palace!  You still have an hour of detention left, so I trust that you’ll stay here until I get back or when your time is up, whichever one comes first.”

Before I could object he ran out of the room, leaving me as the only person left in the building.

I looked out the window and saw him running towards the dirt road into Route 6.  At the corner of my eye was Florges, thankfully distracted with watering the berry trees and hopefully unaware that I was the only person left in the school.

Wanting to kill some time until the teacher got back, I decided to explore the other rooms in the building.  Generally they were all the same white/gray colored stone walls (thankfully without the obscenity scribbled around the walls like in the detention room) with a blue-ish carpet, the only difference being that the first floor had whiter walls.  Toys and books were abundant all over the rooms, with the corners holding the majority of them, making those areas popular for children to play in.  The last room I entered was the principal’s office.

Well, this was a definite change in scenery.  All the walls here were purely grey; no tone of white or black, just grey.  A large grandfather clock hung around the corner of the wall, ticking along as time marched on.  There was a large, black bookshelf filled to the brim with tomes and books, ready to burst from overload.  ‘How did all of those old books fit into one bookshelf?’ I thought to myself.

The principal’s desk was a long rectangular block, pure color of white, and adorned with pictures and photos of old and new people, with a lone stool acting as the chair for the block of wood.  On the right were photos of the principal’s family, self-photos, and other knickknacks he kept to himself.  On the left were portraits and timely photos of unusual pokemon and people who I’ve never seen, although one of them appeared to look a lot like the nine-foot tall man that appeared on TV a few years back during the Champion’s celebration.  On the far end of the desk was something that caught my eye, making me completely forget the situation I was in.

An opened silver laptop laid there, plugged into the wall and its internet connection ready for use to the public.

I held out a gasp at the sight of it and approached the screen, which held various pop up screens involving legal documents and what appeared to be a conversation with the principal and the Parfum Palace Owner.  Not wanting to violate the principal’s privacy, I minimized most of the screens, although one in particular stood out to me: a small, flashing yellow window mimicking a notepad.  Curiosity got the best of me as I clicked on the blinking icon, making a window pop up.

‘Subject #71 is unique in that the owner is of-age to consent. When convenient, send a request for him to become a full-time participant.’

Thinking I’ve seen too much, I closed the notepad window, leaving only one pop up left: a search browser ready for use.

“Learn.”  That word echoed and ringed stronger into my head the more I looked at this page.  Could this be what that orange flower was talking about?

“Only one way to find out.”  I took a deep breath.

I typed the word ‘Florges’ into the search bar and hit the enter key.

…

I am a complete idiot.  Why have I not thought of this earlier?

Sure enough, the internet had plenty of information revolving around Florges and the Flabebe line in general.  From the time it took for evolution to occur to the kinds of behaviors each pokemon in the evolution line goes through, it had it all.  It even showed off the anatomy of the concealed vines in a Florges’s bouquet, stating that they can choose between regular or thorny vines for convenience.  The thought that Florges having changeable, potentially pointy vines sent shivers down my entire body, making me quiver in fear at the thought of being hit by them.  Never again.

I even came across a page explaining Florges’s flower habits, while also explaining why the Flabebe line is not a grass type contrary to its appearance.  'This is actually handy information for the upcoming quiz…' I thought to myself, making a mental note to come back to this website.  And then I saw a page section that piqued my curiosity.

“Uses of Florges’s Bouquet.”

‘There are records back in time before the modernization of regions and states that confirm that Florges not only created gardens for courtyards, but also shared flowers from their bouquet for consumption.  The use of these flowers stopped when Kalos’s last king, known today as AZ, outlawed the usage of the Flabebe line’s flowers for humans after the war.  Historians are unable to decipher why the king has made this decision, though there are documents hinting that he was in a close relationship with a pokemon from the family.’

So it seemed that Florges’s flowers are indeed edible in different kinds, with each one having a different taste and use.  Maybe the king knew about the effects the consumption of a Florges’s petals have on the body?  I read on, scrolling down the page.

‘Petals from a Red Flower Florges were spicy in taste and scent, and were commonly used as a condiment and presentation for meals.  The redder the petal, the hotter the spice.’

My mouth began tingling in anticipation, imagining the intensity of the spices in my mouth, popping around and tickling all the separate taste buds on my tongue.  Snapping out of it, I scrolled down to the next flower.

‘Blue Flower Florges’s petals are dry and bitter to eat on its own, but when it was converted into power and mixed with water and other ingredients, it created the highest quality of tea within its time.’

*Grooaaaaan*

Great. Reading all of this information about eating petals was making my stomach rumble and was making me thirsty, a perfect combination.  It would be a wonder if I could make it through the text without taking a bite out of the laptop.

‘Yellow Flower Florges’s petals were used in drinks to purify water.  It was thought that it could even purify urine and even mucky sludge for safe consumption to anyone who drank it, albeit adding a bit of sour in the overall taste.’

And there went my appetite.  Gross.

‘White Flower Florges’s petals were inedible due to their extreme bitterness (that surpasses blue petals) and foulness of its taste.  Instead, the petals were used in designing décor and clothes, acting as a cheaper substitute for pokemon fur in clothes.’

So White Florges’s petals were used as decorations more than eating.  Then all that was left to read is…orange.

‘Orange Flower Florges’s petals are very different in use than the other petals, primarily because any use of its petal has the same effect, regardless of how it is converted: uncontrolled arousal of the consumer.’

For reasons obvious I was not surprised at this information, not at all.

‘The petals that make up the orange color are similar to the ingredients that make up aphrodisiacs, making anyone that injested it go into a state of rut and/or heat respectively.  Not even humans were safe from this effect, as consumers would suffer several hours of unrestrained arousal, equivalent to that of using two times the recommended amount of prescribed sexual enhancement drugs for men and women.  Documents containing use of these orange petals are exceedingly rare.’

So now I could confirm that my pokemon was a blossoming bouquet of arousal.  However, I have yet to find any information regarding my situation, or why I can hear the plants speak in my head.  I scrolled down to the last link on the page, labeled “Florges’s Mating Habits.”

Before I could click on it, a figure pushed itself onto my back and hugged me from behind.  Shocked, I turned my head around to see Florges, sporting her almost iconic sultry grin, wiggling her eyebrows at me and saying her name in a flirtatious tone. “Lorgeees~.”

Doing my best to not be distracted, I turned my attention back to the screen and clicked on the link.  However, the page seemed to be taking its time, with loading screen only at 1% complete.  I looked lower on the screen to see a horrifying yellow sign blocking the internet connection, revealing that connection speed was interrupted.

“Of all times to disconnect from the internet,” I cursed out, letting a sigh escape my breath.

Florges hummed quietly and pushed herself closer to me.  I could feel the coos from her breath on the back of my head, ticking the hairs on my neck with each warm pant.  Her plush chest pushed and rubbed itself onto my back, down and up like the scrubbing motion when in the showers.  Even through my clothes, I could feel her nipples, erect as goose bumps, poking into my back and injecting their arousal into me.  It was to the point where I can imagine them caressing me without clothes, sending shivers all throughout my body.  I felt her heartbeat close towards mine, both beating with the same rhythm as if intertwining until they became one with each other.

Ugh, it seemed as though the constant exposure to Florges’s seduction has caused my mind to become just as lewd as hers.  I needed to stop this before I lose control, if I haven’t lost it already.

I shook my head to remove the colorful imagery popping in my mind.  Although I may not succeed, I must keep on trying, else risk giving up my cause.  My voice croaked as I spoke up.

“Florges, I’m a l-little busy here.  Can’t this wait until later?”

Florges hummed into my ear and moved her hands upward, feeling my arm muscles through my shirt.  “Flo” she whispered softly, rejecting my request and looking over my shoulder at the laptop screen, just when it finally loaded the title of the page.

The words “Florges’s Mating Habits” were in big, black, Wide Latin styled font, stretching through the entire width of the page.

I felt myself panicking internally as I peered over to see Florges reading the letters on the screen, her usual smile wiped off of her face.  Although I was now thankful for the poor connection to the internet, I felt that I have gotten myself to even deeper trouble.  A small blush formed on her cheeks and she giggled out loud, covering her mouth with her hand.

“W-what’s so funny?”  I failed to play dumb as I stutter out the question to her.

She looked at me, her half-lidded eyes gazing into my soul.  She floated towards the laptop and closed it before the page could finish loading, pushing the device away from the table as it shutdowned.  Before I could complain, she went into a prideful pose and fluffed her orange bouquet, her left hand outlining her buxom behind.  She finished with a wink that made my heart skip a few beats.  The message she sent to me with her body language was pretty clear, “Why need to research information about Florges when you already have me?”

Her blush must have infected me too, as I now felt myself becoming hot and bothered, my ears heating up like a stove on full power and my cheeks flushing a rose red color from the wildfire burning in me.  I tried to come up with a reply, but all I could do was stutter and choke on my words until I willed myself to speak through and squeaked out in defense, “I...I was curious?”

Florges covered her mouth and giggled even louder at my response.  I sunk back into the stool and looked down, now feeling more humiliated and embarrassed.  In any case, this feeling to me was far more acceptable for me than feeling aroused, even if both left me heating up like a wildfire.

Something thumped onto the table, making me jump and look up to see my pokemon lying stomach down on the surface, still sporting her suggestive gaze towards me.  Her elbows were standing on the table and her head was resting on her open hands, content with watching me like a child eyeing its favorite toy displayed through the window.  The two leaves at the end of her tail-like feet swished forward and back, one in rest while the other stood up, similar to how girls swing their feet in the air when thinking about someone they like.

Through all of this I was a given quite an…interesting view of Florges’s cleavage, who were pressing on the table as well.  Florges caught my gaze and smiled, folding her arms around her breasts and squeezing them together to give me a better view of them.  “Mn~hmm,” she hummed out, shifting her arms front and back that made her breasts rub against each other.  Even though I was against such a thing, I couldn’t turn away from the bittersweet sight in front of me.

A tingling sensation in my pants snapped me out of her trance.  It was a wonder how my brain isn’t rattling from all the shaking I have done.  I recomposed myself and tried to come up with something to distract her before I really do become aroused.

“Florges…please get off the table.  Both of us will be in deep trouble if anything gets turned over.”

As quickly as I finished talking her eyes gave out a gentle blue glow, coating the assortment of objects on the table with the same light.  I watched in astonishment as they were lifted from the table and floated down to the ground as gentle as a feather.  Seeing those blue eyes again made me felt like a sucker punch landed right in my face.  The same power that pushed me into the ground that fateful day was being used again to move aside the objects.  Just what kind of move had my pokemon learned?

My trail of thought stopped when I saw her moving closer to me, using her arms to crawl towards me like in those spy movies where the characters are crammed into a vent.  Still rubbing against the table, the friction was enough for her black diamond bra to peel away, revealing more of her chest to me while still concealing her nipples from me.  Her buxom rear was up in the air, wiggling about and acting like an energetic tail.  Each swish I could see it jiggle ever so slightly.  I shuddered in anticipation of what was to come.

I would have backed away were it not for the wall that was already behind me.  Now that I think about it, I shouldn’t even think about running now; just look at what it has done to me already!  I can still feel the fight or flight response kicking within my body, so I should just go with the obvious choice.

“Florges, stop with this-mph!”

Unfortunately, Florges didn’t even give me the chance to ‘fight’ as she jumped and latched onto my lips, kissing me at full force and pushing me away from the table and to the wall.  She slapped away the stool with the leafy ends of her body and pulled my head closer to hers, pulling me deeper into her lust-filled smooch.  Her tongue wrestled against mine and easily overpowered it, tossing it around like a yo-yo while exploring my mouth.  Her chest pushed into mine and our hearts become linked once more, rapidly beating in rhythm with one another.  As she kissed me I began to taste a small citrus flavor inside, reminding me of my first time and the information on the laptop.  Has she been eating petals from her own bouquet?

Through all of this I never realized that the vines concealed in her bouquet were out, doing away with my belt and pants.  I attempted to struggle away but she continued to pin me down with her kiss and embrace, the vines now working on my underwear as well.  It was not until my rock-hard erection was out in the open when she finally released me from the kiss, a smirk on her face as she looked down at the effects of her handy work.

A vine coiled around my dick as she lowered her head to its height, content with just watching the show she was about to put on.  “Gek!?”  I cried out as the coolness of the plant matter attached itself around my sensitive penis, shamelessly jerking it around like some play thing.  Up and down the vines went on my dick, sending shivers all over my body and making my pelvis lurch forward against my will.  Whenever it ceased its frivolous rhythm the tip of the vine would always tickle away at the back of my rod and wrapped around it even more, applying pressure to all of my weakspots.  Her technique was too much and I could no longer hold in my voice.

“Flo-agh!  Stop theeese already-di-di!”  I couldn’t even keep my sentences straight as I talked.  My pokemon merely giggled at my reaction, probably thinking that my struggle was cute.  Sure enough, fluids began leaking out from the head of my erection, lubricating it along with the vines.

It was not long until my entire length was enveloped by green, trying to pump out the energy from within me.  Another vine approached as I began to reach my limit, an uncomfortable pressure building up in my groin as the first one began to squeeze harder onto my length.  This one, however, may have been reading what was on the computer as I saw thorn-like edges coated all over it.  My eyes shot wide open as it came closer and closer to my wrapped up member.  My pupils must have been quivering and shrinking at the sight as Florges’s reaction to my shock enticed a giggle out of her.  I shook my head in disbelief.

“Y-you wouldn’t.”

Florges’s smirk only grew in size as she slowly brought the tip of the thorn to the head of my member.  She dangled it around the circumference of my sensitive area without a care in the world.  Each casual swing grazed the tip of my dick, a risk that even the bravest of daredevils would hesitate to take on.  My first clamp down hard onto the ground, anticipating for a full-on collision.  Even then I could imagine the thorn pushing itself all over my length, poking and prodding into places that shouldn’t even be touched.

“I-I can’t take this anymore!”  I yelled out to her as my dick violently twitched, my groin filled will built-up pressure from the coiled-up vine around it, even more so from the adrenaline pumping from within me caused by the snarky thorn vine.  “S-stop thi-i-is please!”  Florges clapped her hands and positioned her bouquet in front of my tip.  The thorns on the hanging vine finnaly retract, but then began rubbing itself all over the head of my erection.

My mind no longer cared about resisting the pleasure provided by my pokemon; all I could think of was the desire for the sweet release of pressure from my groin.

The moment she tightened her coil one last time I screamed out and my pelvis jerked forward, ignoring the bonds on my dick and ejaculated all over Florges’s face and bouquet.  “Ah!” she said in surprise as my first shot splashed into her face.  The pressure in my groin erupted out in short bursts all over my pokemon, coating the orange flowers with my white semen.  I clenched my eyes as I reach my final jolt, holding back tears from sullying my pokemon like that.  When I opened them, I saw something interesting about the flowers.

Slowly but surely the semen sunk into the bushy foliage, being absorbed like a fresh, clean sponge in dirty water.  I watched as the guilt of my action was taken in by the flowers, eating away at whatever nutritional value my seed could contain.  It was not long before all traces of it were gone, save for a lone drop near Florges’s mouth, which she greedily licked at with her face full of bliss.  Her attention snapped to me soon after and she licked her lips, looking as though she wanted more for her ‘appetizer’…

*Ding dong dang dong*

The melody of the grandfather clock rang without warning, getting both of our attention.  Like a cymbal, the instruments inside clashed and clattered, sending vibrations all throughout the room, ending with five ‘bongs.’  Florges pouted and got back up, using that odd blue power of hers to put the objects on the floor back on the table before leaving me alone in the principal’s office, swaying her hips and winking at me on the way out.  Although a bit wobbly, I eventually forced myself to get up and made my way to the bathroom, careful not to let my pants and underwear get contaminated by my fluids.

As I washed away the shame on my groin, I found tears dropping from my eyes against my control.  However, these tears were not filled with shame or humiliation in spite of what I just went through; there was no sobbing, no crying, no bawling my eyes out, just…tears escaping my eyes like a leaky faucet.  I don’t know why to be honest.  It was 5 o’clock pm. Detention time was over.  The clock stopped her before she could get any further.  I should be happy, right?  Relieved?

No matter how much I thought about it, these tears did not make sense.  It was only until I thought back at that wink she gave me was when things became clearer.  Back there, in the mere second she left, I felt something I shouldn’t have.  In spite of her flirtatious nature towards me I felt it.  In spite of the fact this was the second time she forced herself on me, I still felt it.

As I looked down on my groin, a strained rise confirmed this uncomfortable feeling inside me.  My body…my mind…no, I wasn’t satisfied.

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Although the teacher advised against it, I had left the building and began walking home while Florges was busy finishing up with the garden.  With my only free time from her intercepted, I had to get at least some time to myself to think about how to get back to that laptop in order to gather more information from the internet.

“AGAIN.”

Of course, it doesn’t help that getting too close to the field made me hear the flowers and lavenders on this route speak again.  I can’t even try to block out their voices as they all seem to come from inside my head.

“MORE.”

I don’t know how they always know about what happened between me and Florges; maybe word spreads between plants like wildfire out of control?  As I tried to get my mind together, I attempted to come up with possible reasons why I felt dissatisfied.  Perhaps all this time I have spent with Florges was getting to me.  Her constant advances and companionship might have dulled away my usual paranoia towards her; but that did nothing to explain why her company made me feel so… close to her.  Wasn’t I already comfortable around her as a Floette?  What made this sort of closeness any different now that she’s fully evolved?

“ENCORE, ENCORE.”

“Can you guys just shut up for one second and let me think in peace?!”  I shouted towards one of the fields.

“NO.”

I grunted out in annoyance.  First they taunted me for being a liar and now they’re reminding me about what happened back in the building.  The worst part was that the information I looked up said nothing about this talking phenomenon.  How are these things talking to me then?

“DO IT DO IT DO IT, DO IT DO IT DO IT.”

A foul taste entered my mouth as I got closer to the flowers and I collapsed to my knees coughing, the vegetation going all out, invading my mind with their limited speech.  As I struggled to get back up and ignore the retching flavor, memories of that day rushed into my head.  It was just like back then too, the hounding plants, the bad taste, and the never-ending torment.  I needed to get out of here before I really lose it.

“Nun?”

A small whine and tug on my pants brought my attention down to a wild Minun, who seemed concerned about the human having a mental breakdown in front of it.  Odd enough, the voices of the plants have ceased as well and went silent.  I crouched down to the pokemon’s height, giving it a small smile while petting its head.

“At least you don’t have to worry about hearing them right?”

Minun’s facial expression grew into shock and horror soon after.  As fast as it appeared, it jumped back into the bushes out of my sight, leaving me boggled.  I got up and scratched my head in confusion, now feeling the taste in my mouth dissipating.

“Did I scare it away?”  I said out loud.

“Florges!”

Florges appeared right behind me without warning, making me jump a good distance before falling back to the ground, stammering my landing.  For once, however, I didn’t fall on my back like all those other times.  As I turned around, I saw her looking at me with a smile on her face and a skip to her hover, acting as though nothing had happen back in the building.  She seemed very cheery, more so than usual.  My face turned red as I realized she finally caught up to me and decided to get the jump on me.  No wonder why that pokemon ran away.

“Florges, you know I hate it whenever you do that!”

Florges hummed, acting innocent as we walked through the now silent fields.  At first I hated the fact that the flowers were tormenting me about everything that happened.  With Florges nearby though, all I could think of was why they chose to be hushed now.  Based on that Minun’s reaction, could they be afraid of Florges as well?

I leaned down to one of the lavenders and placed my ear as close as I could to the plant to pick up any sound from it.  The voice was long gone, but I felt the plant shaking about, confusing me as there was no breeze in the air at the moment.  It was almost as if they were trembling in fear.  Was there something about my pokemon that scared the plants?

“…Flor?”

I must have looked like a madman if Florges had to call to me to get my attention.  I hardly recognized that her voice could reach such a tone of concern as I got back up to look at her.  She looked back at the lavenders next to me and stared at them as though they were a nuisance.  I am not sure if she knew about me hearing voices from the plants, but I can’t let her know that yet, especially with the way she was looking at me.

Shaking my head, I decided to change the subject to something else.  “Don’t play dumb Florges.  We just did…t-that right in the principal’s office, yet you seem completely unaffected by it at all!  How can you keep up that charade and not feel changed?”

Of all the topics I could have said to distract her, I chose the one that I wanted purged out of my head.  With fire.  Florges pondered about it before approaching me with a smile on her face.  I’d rather not repeat what had happened just an hour ago.

“You know what, never-”

“Ges.”

Florges took my hand and placed it in between her chest.  I was about to object before I felt the rhythm of her heartbeat thump into my palm, stopping my trail of thought.  Strong, almost vibrant energy passed through my hand and into me, making my heart beat just as fast.  It was not long before both of us shared the same pulse, our music playing together in synch to a silent audience.  The orange flowers over her gave off such a lovely smell too, much different than whenever she was aroused.  My face heated up as I felt that familiar feeling from moments ago come back in my mind.  Could I really-

“Ges!”

Just like that, Florges moved my hand to her soft breast, stuffing it underneath her black diamond-shaped bra.  She let out a small squeak when my hand made contact with her smooth skin, my thumb brushing against her nipple.  I guess she wasn’t keen in staying worried about me for long.

“…no Florges.  Making me touch your chest is not a valid answer.  Now let me go before someone sees us.”

“Flo.”

I tried pulling my arm back, but her seemingly gentle grip had anchored my hand in place.  Each failed yank only made her giggle softly.  At this rate, someone might hear or even see us in such a lewd act.  It was then that I realized that I had no other option on how to stop this, else risk being spotted.  It was a one-way exit.

Breathing in deep from anticipation, I squeezed the breast in my hand as hard as I could, being sure that at least two of my fingers pinched at her nipple as well.  I don’t want to hurt my pokemon, but perhaps being a little rough would give her the message.

“Ahh~!”

A loud, rather immodest moan came out of her mouth that rattled my eardrum and made me flinch.  Thankfully, her grip loosened enough for me to slip my arm away from her.  When I looked back, Florges’s face had bliss written all over it.  Her cheeks were flushed just like mine and her eyes were awestruck in surprise of what she had just felt.  She brought her hands to her face and held onto her cheeks as if to contain herself from losing control over what I just did.

The feeling of her breast lingered in my right hand as I looked down on it, my fingers trying to recreate and mold its shape in the air.  Something about it was much different than the first time I touched her like that.  It felt softer, suppler, and even a bit larger than the previous incident.  As I peeked from the corner of my eye, it looked like Florges must have felt it as well.  She too, was playing with her own chest, weighing them as if trying to figure out if they have gotten bigger.

Florges eventually caught me staring at her and stuck her tongue out at me with a playful smile, peeling her black diamond back enough to flash me with her erect nipple.  Shuddering, I shook my head and focused on the tread back home, which was still a long way from here.  All throughout, she giggled at my sheepishness, making my head shrink into my clothes, which felt tighter than usual for some odd reason.

Either way, I had a bad feeling that what I just did would backfire on me, big time.