The scent of a Woman
"What the fuck is a Burst Heart anyway?"
Felicia turned the red-tinged crystal in her hands. Inside it was the curvaceous yet lithe silhouette of a Salazzle curled into a ball in stasis, her eyes closed as if sleeping. How bizarre!
The raven-haired trainer had found the strange item at an antique stall in Stow-on-Side owned by a purblind old man who clearly had no idea what it was either - and sold it to the girl as a fancy Boldore paperweight! A quick search on the internet on her Rotom phone led her down a not-as-quick Raboot hole that eventually presented the information that this crystal, whatever it was, was a Burst Heart and little else. Something something Burst Warrior something.
Felicia held aloft the gem, letting the harsh sunlight glimmer through it, casting a deep shade of crimson over her angular features. She squinted and sighed, tilting her cap's brim lower to block out the daylight. Though beautiful, clear skies like today's were a luxurious rarity in Galar. She'd been out on Route 6 for hours trudging damply toward Hammerlocke - the destination of her next Gym battle - and the beating, unmasked sun was slowly cooking her alive. The girl gripped her baggy over-the-shoulder shirt and wrung it in her hands, dripping sweat onto the soil which dried up almost instantly.
The athletic noirette turned her attention to the Burst Heart again and considered all she had read on it. She remembered reading that its true potential could only be accessed with a substantial amount of physical training, and while she couldn't quite carry a boulder on her back, she had a body to be proud of, strong enough to crack a Watmel berry between her thighs. Perhaps it needed to resonate with her somehow, like a Key Stone or Z-Crystal? Though didn't they require a harnessing device of some kind to insulate the raw intensity of Mega Evolution or Z-Power, not unlike the Dynamax Band that fit snugly around her wrist?
Or perhaps… that was exactly what it required! Felicia felt childishly proud in her perspicaciousness when she placed the crystal above her Dynamax Band and was rewarded by a gentle glow from the gemstone.
Was there some kind of activation phrase? Some magic word or a cool pose that when performed would actuate the power?
"Uh… Burst?"
She only had a moment to consider, as in less than an instant, she was enveloped in a column of smoky purple radiance. Felicia felt like every muscle in her body was suddenly overworked to exhaustion, and every ligament was stretched to its limit at once before snapping back into place. When the dust cleared, the crystal capsule and the Pokémon inside were gone. Felicia stood alone, but changed.
Her baggy plain trainer clothes had gone. In their place a much more revealing, skin-tight scaly one piece that exposed the coffee-coloured flesh of her thighs, tummy, back and shoulders. The shimmering, latex-like material, a deep purplish-black and hot magenta, formed over her chest and hips leaving little to the imagination. The chest part went up and around her neck like a choker, then continued up to outline her jawbone stopping just under her pink-painted lips. Elbow gloves and knee-high boots ending in elongated salamanderish digits highlighted the ridiculous lack of material on her torso. Two flickering tail-like strips of material billowed from her lower back and her dark hair, once loose and curly, now pulled into a spiky, fiery pink ponytail. Perhaps most bizarrely, on her lower abdomen was a magenta pattern, vaguely like the markings on a Salazzle's underbelly.
Felicia stood in shock, trying to fathom what in the world she was wearing and how she got like that. What had happened. Had she and the Pokémon trapped in the crystal somehow…
Fused?
"This is a Burst Heart?" She tried to hook her thumb into the waistline to shuck it down but was unable to slide behind it, almost like it was her own skin. It took her a moment to realise her sense of touch was completely unimpeded, like she wasn't wearing gloves or boots. The long, lizard-like fingers articulated just like her own, a Wood Gecko-like sticky pad at the end of each one. Embedded in the back of her right hand was that reddish crystal, though a Salazzle was no longer in it.
Her mind raced, trying desperately to remember something that she maybe had been told long ago. Burst. She'd heard myths around the idea of people and Pokémon becoming one. In the Sinnoh region there were plenty of tales of humans and Pokémon eating at the same table, or even marrying; A metaphorical coalescence. But the actual phenomenon of fusing was pure and unrefined anime bullshit, as far as she was concerned.
Still, she had to face facts, because she was presented with the truth that it was real and she was experiencing it! "Phew, this is too much…" she drawled, fanning her neckline. The blistering heat of Route 6 no longer bothered her; In fact the harsh sunlight felt nice on her tan skin and gave her some reprieve from slowly baking for the past few hours.
She pondered the situation. Surely something so reality-defining, so cartoonish, was heavily recorded in the annals of civilization somewhere! Mega Evolution was known world over and celebrated in multiple regions. Though relatively new, Terastalization in Paldea and Kitikami had every scholar racing to record down every possible feature of the phenomenon. Even the very foundation of Galar was built upon Dynamax, discovered thousands of years ago and normalised so casually. But this? Fusing? It was the first Felicia had heard and seen of it. Was this really a new discovery? Or perhaps it had been forgotten for a good reason? The former thought excited her, the latter filled her with utter dread.
There was a rustle, and a large red and yellow form lumbered into view. A Heatmor! Though certainly bigger than any Felicia had seen before - almost double its normal size it must've been almost almost 8" tall!
As it spotted the trainer, it took an immediately aggressive stance and rumbled a long, low growl. Perhaps in her current appearance it regarded her as more of a Pokémon than a trainer, a truth that Felicia quickly understood when it flicked its long fiery tongue at her like a whip. The attack went a little wide, leaving a scorch mark on the ground from its Fire Lash move. Felicia reached for a Pokéball but quickly realised her belt, along with the rest of her tools, were no longer there! She dove to the side, narrowly dodging another attack as the territorial creature closed the distance and assailed her with a flurry of Fury Swipes.
Being a Pokémon Trainer meant she was no stranger to getting a little caught in the crossfire of a Pokémon Battle, but she hadn't been outright targeted before so blatantly, and though it was terrifying to be staring down the smoking barrel of a Heatmor's snout, it was also exhilarating!
"Now this is a Pokémon battle!" she breathlessly chuckled. But if I'm the Pokémon here, does that mean I have moves too? Think… What's Salazzle's learnset…
Felicia focused her thoughts for a moment, and slashed an open palm at her opponent, watching a bubbling purple liquid gather from her pores and splash against Heatmor's braced claw. Venoshock! Heatmor retaliated with a shotgun-blast of flames from its snout which peppered her skin, sizzling into smoke, as her foe used Flame Burst!
Felicia grunted. The fire didn't hurt, per se, but she certainly felt it, like unignorable pins-and-needles - the gift of resistance granted by her new Poison/Fire typing, she speculated. She didn't spare a thought for how that attack would have affected her skin were she not currently… Burst? Bursting? Bursted? The terminology was tricky.
As the two combatants contested their abilities, a wild smile crept onto Felicia's glistening lips; This was… fun. More fun than a normal Pokémon battle? Perhaps equally so; a different perspective to the norm. It wasn't careful strategy and studious matchup knowledge like she was used to, but wild, primal, athletic instinct. A bluish hued energy billowed from her violet-interiored mouth like hot breath and cascaded outwards like a shockwave. Dragon Pulse! Heatmor retaliated with another Fire Lash, landing its mark and tenderising her soft exposed thigh flesh with a loud whip-Crack! She felt that one too - It stung, but did nothing to deter her; actually, the thrumming stinging was kind of… thrilling!
Sweet Scent! The markings on Felicia's lower-abdomen glowed, like the fiery underside of a Salazzle's tail and she felt a dull ache deep inside her. Her coffee skin pinkened with warmth as she felt herself grow suddenly hotter. A pulse of barely discernible energy emanated from the design, intangible but there, and as it flickered through the Heatmor, it seemed to have an effect. The Anteater Pokémon's aggressive posture softened, and its furrowed brow relaxed. A pinkish hue flushed its eyes, and it suddenly regarded Felicia with a palpable level of adoration.
Well, her target looked a little easier to land a blow on now, as it gently swayed on its heels. Nasty Plot! Felicia's breath hitched. Her insides twisted around themself, and her heart fluttered in anticipation for something she didn't know. When her eyes refocused on the fire-type opposite her she felt her battle-frenzy melt into a longing for… something from it.
Felicia was panting, both from the battle and now because she was experiencing a lubricious hot flush. Her tummy was filled with Beautiflies, flittering along with the rapid beating of her heart. Heatmor moved closer, each step thudding into the dry earth sent a jolt through the breathless girl. She could have moved away, but something made her stay put. The creature drew closer still, close enough now that its immense body warmth could be easily felt on even her heat-resistant skin, close enough to touch. She did, compelled to by the alien feeling in her belly.
Her black-clad fingers parted the thick, bristly fur covering taught muscle - rather surprising, Felicia thought, considering the somewhat doughy appearance of the creature. Heatmor moved into her touch, closing the gap between them until she rested against its warm belly. She stroked its thigh, swirling a fingertip along the characteristic protruding piping of its underside, the keratin-like texture organically smooth to the touch.
The tip of its snout bumped the side of her neck inciting a little gasp from the trainer's lips. Her hand moved to caress the underside of its crescent-curved jaw. The Heatmor's flaming tongue lavishly flickered up her collarbone and neck, and while under normal circumstances would lace her with surface-deep burns, instead tantalisingly tickled her newly heat-resistant skin. Felicia cooed, biting her hot-pink lips to stifle a girlish moan. Lower and lower the dancing flame of Heatmor's tongue danced across the girl's exposed flesh. It dipped into her navel, and when it exploratively fluttered below it, the pearlescent pink-painted texture of her tattoo shimmered. Heatmor was envigored, and its lash-like taster twirled and flickered over her crotch. Felica gasped, then purred a desperate moan.
Not that she had had much time to contemplate it, but after being unable to remove the bizarre Toxic Lizard-inspired ensemble, Felicia had been unsure how the two could make… this… work. But when she felt the hot tip of the Heatmor's flame tongue slip between her folds as if she was completely exposed, she suddenly understood that she essentially was! She wasn't sure how she was, or how it worked, but she knew that it would work.
With little restraint, The Pokémon's tongue darted deep inside Felica's pussy, curling and swirling around.
"Ah!" she gasped, suddenly filled with the bizarre sensation of alive fire wriggling inside her needy pussy. Anyone else would be instantly burned, in agonising, searing pain. And she would have been too, if not for the Burst Heart's incredible ability to fuse Pokémon and person. Salazzle's natural resistance to fire translated to Felicia now too: inside and out. She felt no burning, just a wonderful, tingling, buzzing sensation that sent her libido ablaze.
Heatmor's eyes locked with hers, their undulating pinkened hue relaying the creature's utter devotion to her. There was nothing it could do to shake her influence, its infatuation with her growing every time her womb-tattoo glowed. She couldn't help from smiling, gently cupping its elongated face as her hips gyrated in place. As Heatmor greedily tongue-fucked the girl, Felicia swiftly reached her first orgasm. She grunted, unable to stop the marvellous dexterity of the creature's organ expressly designed to probe every corner of a Durant colony, and now, all through her orgasm, Heatmor probed her insides as thoroughly as it had any colony in all its years.
Momentarily satisfied, Heatmor finally retracted from the delicacy long enough for Felicia to catch her breath. Then, overcome with another hunger it quickly scooped the girl's limp body up in a sitting position, her back to its chest. The huge, amber claws of the creature, each digit the thickness of her arm, once used to effortlessly dig through earth, now cupped her soft thighs perfectly, holding her body aloft.
Felicia arched her back into the Heatmor's red fur, lost in it like a thick-furred rug. Her belly twisted itself in knots, flipping again and again as she ran her black-clad fingertips across the Pokémon's curved brown head that hooked over her shoulder. Its tongue flickered out again, brushing over her left breast. The girl gasped, feeling as if the organ had touched her sensitive nipple directly even though in this form they seemed safely tucked away behind her intricate reptilian brassier.
Felicia's heavy-lidded eyes snapped open when she felt a prod in her lower back. Instinct overtook her confusion, and she reached below and behind her to grip the culprit. Angling it forward, she soon found herself staring at the engorged and exotic-looking red penis of the creature, protruding from beneath her. It gently wedged between her buttocks, the creature's heartbeat causing it to bounce into her every second, seductively slapping the shiny flesh into her crotch, a pearl of precum oozing from its tip.
Prying apart her folds with her fingers, the inviting, pretty pink of her pussy dripped beads of arousal onto Heatmor's prick. The fire type grumbled in excited appreciation, and with a surprising deftness manoeuvred the girl in its grip to fully accept its length.
Felicia had barely a moment to steel herself. Had there not been the intense, throbbing heat deep in her belly perhaps she would have been scared. She might've screamed in horror. Instead, now, she simply screamed in fulfilment as the creature's pecker filled her completely with only a moderate amount of effort. All she could think about was it - was him - being buried as deep inside her as possible. Perhaps it would have been uncomfortable, if not for the thorough tongue-fucking she had only just received seconds ago. The pointed tip of his forearm-long dick bumped against her insides, poking out her glowing belly-tattoo from behind while almost half of his length still lingered outside her, unable to fit. The pink pattern flashed and another eruption of sense-overriding pheromones rippled outwards again.
Heatmor's eyes flashed pink anew, overtaken with another dose of Salazzle-strength pheromonal influence and inside her the girl felt the Pokémon's dick engorge more. It swelled inside her like a flexing bicep, and in response her cunt squeezed back, desperate for control.
"H-holy fuck!" she gasped through thrusts, her heavy breaths causing heat distortion just in front of her face. The Heatmor grumbled and growled, his whip-like tongue coiling around Felicia's neck. The girl turned, placing a kiss on the creature's cheek while she moaned into his ear. Combining his own wild, animalistic thrusts with gravity's help, the Anteater Pokémon continued to slam his dick deeper and deeper into his new mate. Each powerful movement dragged another delightful whimper from Felicia's lascivious lips and coated more of his dick with succulent girl-juices.
With her left arm hooked around his thick and powerful neck to stabilise herself, she set her right hand to knead and squeeze her breasts. Her brow furrowed with effort, eyes closed to focus on the sensation of the hammering deep inside her. With the way the creature held her, every stroke struck her g-spot before sliding the whole length to her to poke her cervix. Strike, slide, poke. Strike, slide, poke. Felicia was assailed by an irresistible 3-hit combo on every beat. With a crescendoing wail, the new red-head reached her second orgasm, bucking her hips in the creature's palms. Heatmor's afire tongue probed her lips, and Felicia greedily sucked it, tasting smoky flame that reminded her of barbeque.
"G-good b-boy. I think you've… fuck… you've earned a nice r-reward, huh? Oh!" she moaned once the fiery flesh in her mouth finally retreated. Then, with a gentle tap on his wiry bicep, commanded her mate to let her down. Begrudgingly yet obediently he obliged, ceasing his messy pounding long enough to pull out, freeing his painfully swollen member from Felicia's tight snatch with an audible 'pop', and gently lowered her on his shovel-like paws.
Felicia's legs trembled like jelly, and with a mischievous giggle, she soon dropped to her knees. With a teasing look back at her crimson lover, she reached back, playfully spanked herself then pulled her lower-mouth open. Slick with juices both human and Pokémon, the pretty pink interior contrasted salaciously with the ebony scales around it.
Compelled at the sight, steam-like smoke billowed from Heatmor's tail-exhaust and he quickly huddled behind his presenting sow, lining up his tool into the cleft of her vagina, the sheer size of his red cock eclipsing her spread and drooling pussy. With a sudden thrust, Heatmor hilted himself inside her again. This time, none of his huge dong was left wanting as its entire length up to his furred red sheath disappeared into Felicia's indigent box and speared straight through her cervix, nestling fully in her oven-hot womb. She shrieked, the pressure deep in her abdomen forcing a spray of pheromone-potent juices down her and his thighs. Felicia didn't have a chance to brace herself before the boar set off into a jackhammer pace, assaulting the deepest unexplored areas of the girl's sex. His fiery tongue flagellated her rich brown backside, each fire lash drawing another cry of pleasure from her.
Felicia's claws dug into the soil and she pushed back against Heatmor with unrelenting fervour, cramming as much of him into herself as she could. It should be painful, she thought, watching the spasming bump in her belly, disclosing exactly the Pokémon's bitch-breaker's location, feeling the weighty girth stretching her opening so very wide. It should be unbearable! And it was, in a sense, in that she wanted - no - needed this thing to ruin her completely, to fill her insides with the sticky, gooey load she knew was coming so badly that it hurt. Needed as badly as she needed to breathe!
"C-come on, y-you're almost there, baby, I ca-n feel it!" she babbled, spit dripping from her lips, then reached a paw back to play with herself, her scale-rough digit an intense sensation on her throbbing clit, hoping to tighten up and pull the Pokémon's orgasm from him faster. "Please! Pleasepleasepleaseplease…"
Heatmor's claws clumsily gripped her hip and shoulder, and feeling the vice-like ministrations of Felicia's cum-starved cunt he roughly pulled her back onto him, hilting himself the deepest he could. She screamed a breathless scream, her orgasm spurred on by his animalistic climax. A torrent of burning hot cum instantly flooded her uterus with the force of a geyser. His tongue, more deft than his huge clawed knuckles coiled around her throat and pulled her tightly against his body. Her lightweight form unable to resist his strength was plucked back from the ground and writhed in agonising pleasure against his belly. Her chest heaved, sucking whatever air into her lungs she could.
Both partners, their eyes squeezed shut, didn't notice the pulsing, glowing pattern of her tattoo grow and move like constricting vines. The curly decoration crept lower and twisted into a heart amidst interwoven coils, all while the unpardonable bulge in her belly flesh grew larger and less defined as the iron-hard Pokémon prick was joined with the liquid content of his overworked balls. Their orgasm lasted minutes, spurred on by wave after wave of more brain-altering, lust-boosting pheromones.
The two rested, Heatmor's dick still snugly embedded deep in his mate. Felicia, still fuckdrunk, softly petted her tummy, feeling the gradually softening dick inside. Over the next hour the two returned to a more right-minded state. Heatmor's dick finally slipped free, followed by a mug-full of semen that oozed down Felicia's dark and sticky thighs. It made perfect sense when the Pokémon didn't leave, but sat watching expectantly at the girl while she came to her senses.
"That sure was…" she began, not knowing what to say. She twirled a lock of hot-pink hair that had come free from the ordeal, unsure of where to look. "Um. Y'know, if you came with me we could… could…" she turned her gaze to the creature's once-more white eyes.
"... Yeah. Again." a blush spread over her cheeks. "So. You wanna?" Felicia sheepishly offered a new Pokéball, and although his expression didn't change, Heatmor simply booped the button with his nose and let himself be sucked inside. The ball wiggled once, then settled. Heatmor was caught!
It seemed like such a simple ending to the whole thing that Felicia almost felt a little empty; Well, as empty as she could feel while still stuffed to the brim with the fire type's spunk. She turned her attention to the crystal embedded in the back of her gloved hand that she had since forgotten was there, and when she hovered her free hand above it her form was enveloped in a bright light. Overcome with the sensation of floating in warm water after an intense workout, every muscle in her body relaxed and she dropped to the ground, once more in her boring, unassuming baggy trainer getup. The Burst Heart, with Salazzle inside, sat comfortably in her palm.
Felicia was never the best at Pokémon battling, but she wasn't entirely sure she preferred the new alternative either. Thinking back, she had no idea what had come over her to make her want to do that ! And when she thought about every future Pokémon being caught that way, it made her tummy do flips. She felt herself clench, reminded of the fullness deep within, and when she rolled up her baggy shirt, her heart dropped when she saw the pink tattoo, still in the same place.
And it glowed.