M Trainer x F Tangela

Note: This was a request and I don't know Silver's personality, so probably OOC.  Luckily he doesn't do a lot of talking ;)

Tangela's heart pounded.  She was going to show him.  This time she'll-  Tangela watched Silver but made no real movement towards him.  Her vines hugged her tight, unconsciously making her appear smaller.

Her quarry, Silver, lounged on the couch with his usual air of nonchalance.  Tangela didn't think he was arrogant.  He just knew he could handle any situation that came up.  Luckily nobody could see a Tangela blush.

She shuffled forward.  He didn't look up from his pokedex.  Did she want him to look up, or would it sabotage her nerve again?  She stood at the edge of the couch.

Silver shot a quick glance her way but returned his attention to the pokedex.  "Oh, hey Tangela."

The attention drove any semblance of a plan she had from her mind.  While he dominated her every though, she barely managed to elicit notice from her trainer.  She almost ran, again.  Not only her master, a human, but also the way he held himself, almost arrogant, loose black jacket flaring at his hips.  She had never even seen a human without clothing.  She knew they could take them off.

Hesitantly, Tangela let a few vines move forward, toward Silver.  They crept along the couch, not hidden exactly.  They almost recoiled at first reaching Silver's clothing, and she felt up his leg, his thigh.  He felt warm.

Tangela felt dizzy.  Was she breathing too loudly?  Panting?  Would he hear?  She couldn't remember three seconds ago, just how Silver felt against her.  Well, her vines, as they rested upon him, without his notice.  But she wanted more.  Silver would scoff at her cowardice.  Assertive, bold, that's what Silver would want.

She couldn't explain why she did it, the feeling that drover her thoughts.  It made her anxious, but not in a fearful way.  She wanted this apprehension.  It felt hot and powerful, and for reasons unknown, Silver had something to do with this urge, and she let it guide her.

Vines easily slipped beneath Silver's loose clothing, and Tangela found her goal – Silver's bare body, smooth and warm against her searching feelers.

Silver jerked in surprise, a smile and laugh bursting from nowhere.  "Knock that off, it tickles."

He laughed, but then he still wasn't paying her much attention and-  Tangela wanted to scream.  That feeling within her only raged at how close she'd been.  It begged, coerced, and berated her.  She couldn't take it, her insides a twisting mess.  And why were humans so confusing!

Tangela shook, and didn't realize the small haze that had formed around her.

"Tangela?"  Silver batted at the sickly haze around them, each motion less coordinated than the last, as if falling asleep.  Except his eyes never closed.  His arms and legs on the other hand, drooped limply to the couch.

She had not meant to do that.  The sickly yellow haze that hung in the air contained a very powerful and fast acting paralytic.  And in her moment of frustration, she had released her spores into the air.  Now Silver sat before her, unable to move and forced to listen to her desires, if she decided to explain.

She stared at him for a moment.  Did she try to apologize?  Or – she poked him lightly on the cheek with a vine in concern.  "Tan?"

Silver's eyes followed her as best they could, but the rest of him lay passively, and what little he could move his lips caused his words to slur almost unintelligibly.  "Mean to?"

Tangela quickly shook herself, and the corners of Silver's lips twitched in what she hoped was rye amusement.  Silver had little recourse to elaborate.

This hadn't gone at all to plan, but now she found herself before a helpless Silver.  His eyes held her, the pokedex fallen from his numbed fingers, and the full intensity of his notice fell on her like a ray of sun.  At that moment, she felt the center of all importance.  It riled her, and she could no longer repress what she had come to say.

Tangela stepped forward.  Even sitting on the couch and her standing, she had to look up at him.  She reached forward with a few hesitant vines and pulled his loose jacket away.  Then, locking eyes with her trainer, Tangela began to explore her victim.

She slowly extended creepers along his body and under Silver's shirt.  His skin felt warm, soft, and smooth.  The delicate sensory vines she used had a much different texture and feeling than those she used for attacking.  Well it appeared humans were equally varied.  She let herself feel across his body, the strange thumping in his chest, how he expanded and contracted with each breath, and his increasing warmth.

Tangela rested against Silver's knees briefly, lost in all the new sensations of Silver's body.  She felt her own body respond with similar warmth.  Not quite a heat exactly, but something similar to before, an enjoyable anxiety, and it wanted her to finish exploring her human.

Tangela had never seen Silver without his pants on, and humans had a strange relationship with pants she didn't really understand.  They seemed very important, but she did know they came off.

The fabric hugged Silver's waist tightly, and while she could slip a vine along the edge, she found a less resistant path.  Silver often wore  loose fitting clothing, and his pant legs left plenty of room around his ankles.

Tangela knew she was on to something.  Almost unflappable to a fault, Silver's eyes twitched in surprise.  The spore haze had faded away, but the effects still locked Silver's body in place.  And Tangela could feel his body react in other ways as well.

The thumping in his chest quickened, and he almost blazed against her, his skin growing hot.  Her feelers licked at his skin, whisking away tiny beads of sweat.  She extended to where his legs joined.  Tangela encountered another hidden layer of fabric, like a much smaller pair of pants.

Tangela wished she could see through the cloth, but was left to blindly feel Silver's anatomy.  The second layer of cloth also had a tight waist and loose openings around the legs.  Something bulged beneath his final layer, occasionally twitching against her exploratory creepers.

Now Silver seemed to be the one panting unconsciously.  His paralyzed lips hung parted slightly, and Tangela could feel the increased humidity from deep panting breaths.  She pressed against the fabric, against his pelvis, and Silver managed to groan softly.

Tangela's only restraining thought was to watch Silver closely, in case she hurt him unknowingly.  Silver on the other hand gazed foggily into the wall, eyes lidded.  Tangela didn't really understand everything going on, but Silver almost looked like he enjoyed himself greatly.

The thought made her eager to explore this last boundary.  She couldn't fully the curve of his bottom while he sat, so she focused on what she could.  She crept along his skin, unsure and blind.  Here, his skin felt even softer than that of his belly, and she could feel the source of his feverish heat.

The vines she used to explore Silver's body were thin and covered in velvety hairs almost like fur.  They let her feel every minute detail of Silver's body, tasting him.  Her body knew more than she what she searched for.  She felt his tight sack, heavy and waiting.

She encased him, tenderly writhing her vines, feeling and teasing, slowly ascending his twitching shaft.  This part of him sent her mind into a frenzy.  Her vines did more than feel.  They could smell, taste.

Silver whimpered openly.  She had never seen him like this.  His cool composure, gone.  His brow gleamed, and even his hips jerked weakly on occasion despite her stun spore.  Tangela reached the tip of Silver's sex.  His pre absorbed into her feelers, letting her taste the salty fluid, her vines smearing the sticky fluid around his tip.

Tangela had little to go on but it seemed like Silver enjoyed himself no matter what she did.  Her sensory vines fully encased his shaft, pulsing rhythmically along his length, delicate human skin caressed by Tangela's velvet feelers.

Silver whimpered and jerked sluggishly in his seat.  "T-Tan-"

Tangela didn't know what to do, but just as Silver tried to cry out her name, she felt his shaft flare in her verdant grip.  It started at the base before his entire length strained against her grip.  His release forced hot, thick fluid out between Tangela's vines.  The bitter, salty fluid soaked into her, clung to her, trapped beneath Silver's clothing.

While blind to marvel at what she truly hungered for, Tangela watched Silver's face, his muscles beginning to regain function.  And during those few seconds where his seed washed across her, she saw the pleasure drive sense from her trainer.  His face contorted into an unflattering rictus while a tiny, pathetic noise made its way out of his chest.  For those few seconds, Silver was hers.

Silver's length shrunk, and Tangela carefully withdrew her vines, squeezing every last drop she could from the tip and into her.  Silver let his eyes fall shut, and Tangela hopped up into his lap.  She'd let him recover.  For now.  But something still waited, a caged Mightyena pacing her insides, waiting for the smallest opportunity to break out.  Tangela made herself comfortable against Silver's chest.  She'll need him good and rested.