Dusk.
Hiyori Forest.
"Ugh…"
She had quietly awakened several minutes earlier.
Mienshao's brow twitched slightly as consciousness returned. Instinctively, she stretched her lithe form—a languid, feline motion, like a fish slipping back into water. The regenerative energy humming within her core had done its work; the deep-seated aches from her old injuries had softened to a dull murmur, soothed further by the strange, restorative stasis of the Poké Ball.
However…
Her beautiful eyes lowered, taking in her transformed body. A slow, warm blush crept up her neck and across her pretty face. Perhaps it was a latent effect of her advanced level and age, but the transition had morphed her into a creature of lush, voluptuous curves—a mature woman radiating an alluring, poised sensuality.
"Awake?"
Wade's voice, noticing her shift, was a soft rumble above her. He glanced down, his gaze taking in the vision in his arms.
Her hair, white as mountain frost, cascaded in a silken waterfall over shoulders of fair jade. The loose silk of her kimono had slipped in her rest, draping askew. The revealed swell of her bosom—towering, snowy peaks—trembled faintly with her breath. Her eyes, now meeting his, held a depth of allure that was soul-stirring.
"Little Master… ahem."
For some reason, the simple gentleness in his gaze sent a sudden, electric flutter straight to her core. In all her decades roaming Hiyori Forest, she had crossed paths with many Trainers—earnest explorers, determined captors. Yet without exception, compared to this raven-haired youth holding her, they seemed as insignificant as Caterpie beside Arceus. The gulf was not just in power, but in presence.
A sudden, overwhelming tenderness washed over her, making her eyes grow blurred and misty. A primal, nurturing instinct ignited, fierce and warm. She really wanted… really wanted to press him close, to cradle him with the fierce protectiveness of a mother and the possessive heat of a mate.
"Ugh…"
A moment later, she moved. Bracing her hands on the soft earth between his legs, she pushed herself up before he could react. With a subtle, graceful arch of her jade-white neck, she drew him forward, pressing his face firmly into the plush, heavenly softness of her cleavage—into the warm, honeyed valley that promised both comfort and sin.
The unique, vital warmth of a Trainer exploded against her sensitive skin, nestled between the half-exposed, pillowy mounds. Enveloped completely by their breathtaking fullness and resilient bounce, Wade's hands moved almost subconsciously. They rose to lightly hold the delicate, flushed redness peeking from her kimono, his touch sending immediate, shocking jolts of pleasure through her.
"Ah… mmh…"
A soft, delicate moan escaped her lips. The earlier Moonblast had scoured the area clean—no wild Pokémon, no prying eyes. They were alone in the dusky silence of the jungle.
"Ugh…"
Unlike a Miltank's uniform, almost supernatural pallor, Mienshao's skin held a vibrant, peach-like bloom. She pressed her plump, full breasts together as if tenderly nursing, the motion gentle yet unbearably enticing, amplifying the friction and warmth around him.
"H-Harder…"
The kimono-clad mature woman slowly hooked a strand of silver-white hair behind a delicate ear. Her pearly teeth bit into her bright red lower lip as she gently, insistently, pressed the Trainer deeper into her yielding softness. Following the bursts of trembling moans and the slick, watery sounds of their contact, she felt herself rapidly ascending, losing herself to the building ecstasy.
Guiding his hands with her own, she led his touch on a journey across the landscape of her body—over the slope of her hip, the dip of her waist, the curve of her thigh.
If Gardevoir was the devoted childhood sweetheart, perpetually immersed in quiet admiration, and Lopunny the shy bunny girl with a deceptively sexy exterior guarding a pure heart, and Miltank a naturally innocent, bovine Lolita…
Then the Mienshao in his arms was something else entirely: the voluptuous, experienced, and deeply passionate woman from next door. Time had been a kind sculptor to her. Every detail—her enchantingly pretty face, the heavy, plush weight of her breasts, the slender waist that begged to be gripped, the lush, fleshy curve of her hips, the pair of slender, elegant legs glimpsed beneath the silk kimono—spoke of a ripe, mature sexuality.
After a long while, after those wandering hands had learned every secret curve and elicited shuddering breaths, the kimono-clad woman lay spent. Her face was flushed a deep rose, her body limp and glistening with a fine, fragrant sweat in the cool dusk air.
"Please… take care of me from now on, Little Master~"
She propped up her voluptuous form, a masterpiece of softness and strength. Gently, she wrapped her arms around Wade's neck, pressing the soft, snowy skin of her bosom against the firm plane of his chest. Her eyes, half-lidded and glowing with satisfied promise, met his as she whispered, her voice a husky, intimate tremor.
"Tonight… will you allow this concubine to have you all to herself~?"
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From behind them, the air grew several degrees cooler. Gardevoir, ever composed, now radiated a silent, intense focus. Her psychic presence sharpened like a honed blade.
This… this…!
How is her technique so practiced?! Where did she learn this?!
After a prolonged, intimate interlude with the kimono-clad mature woman—now his Mienshao—Wade turned his attention to the quiet observer. His gaze fell upon the petite Petilil, who had waited patiently.
"Petilil," he began, his voice warm and inviting, "would you like to become our partner?"
The appeal was multifaceted. In her current form, she was the picture of petite, leafy cuteness. And the future she promised—evolution into a dignified, graceful Lilligant—held a different, but equally compelling, allure that perfectly aligned with his preferences.
Moreover, practical considerations intertwined with aesthetics. If his memory served, a Lilligant evolved via Sun Stone could master Grassy Terrain. With her power, the growth of future crops and the maintenance of sprawling pastures would be effortlessly managed. She was beauty and utility intertwined.
"Yami~!"
Hearing the Trainer's invitation, the little Pokémon with the verdant leaf crown on her head perked up instantly. She gave a cheerful, determined nod, her entire small body radiating happy acceptance.
After all, the lovely Petilil had always understood the principle of repaying kindness.
"Mino~"
Mienshao, having returned to her Pokémon state, also gave a gentle nod, her crimson eyes softening as she looked at the little grass type.
With a soft ping, the Poké Ball secured Petilil. Yet Wade had not forgotten the original purpose of his visit to Hiyori Forest.
"Mienshao, please use Force Palm to clear these spiderwebs."
"Mino~"
Mienshao focused, and her flowing sleeves seemed to stiffen with intent. Her arms became blurs of light, slashing in precise arcs toward the vast, glistening sheets of silk strung between the trees.
With a series of sharp snaps, the once-taut networks gave way, falling in shimmering clumps.
Seeing this, Wade retrieved the specialized silk-collection bag from his backpack and beckoned to his team.
"Come on, let's gather it together."
"Chururu~!"
Stepping lightly on the carpet of fallen leaves, the agile Lopunny became a blur of pink and brown. She darted between branches, her paws deftly plucking strands of the strongest silk and tucking them neatly into the bag.
Petilil, newly released, chirped happily and hopped along the forest floor, picking up the lower-hanging threads.
However, the very next second, the over-eager Petilil—not watching her path—marched straight into a remnant patch of sticky webbing.
"Yami?!"
"Sha~"
Watching the little Pokémon struggle within the gossamer trap, her eyes welling with frustrated tears, Gardevoir couldn't suppress a soft, melodic chuckle.
"Mino~"
Mienshao shook her head, a patient amusement in her gaze as she raised her arm. Another focused Force Palm severed the strands, freeing the flustered Petilil.
Looking at his happily chattering Pokémon—the graceful fighter, the psychic lady, the nurturing rabbit, and the eager seedling—Wade felt a swell of warmth in his chest.
"How wonderful," he murmured to the darkening woods. "The world of Pokémon."
After more than half an hour of diligent work, the once-shriveled bag was now plump and heavy, its sides bulging with iridescent haul.
Wade pinched a single strand of the finest silk between his fingers. Gripping each end, he pulled steadily outward. As his muscles tensed, the thread transformed from a loose curl to a rigid, vibrating line, thrumming with tension until, finally, it snapped with a sharp twang.
He examined the two broken ends and the thin, red lines the silk had impressed into his palms, and nodded in firm satisfaction.
A fishing net woven from this material could, conservatively, haul hundreds of pounds from the waves without issue.
'In the future,' he mused, 'perhaps I can responsibly catch a few Spinarak. Establish a small, ethical breeding enclosure on the farm. A dedicated source for this quality of silk.'
The sight of such a superior resource had his entrepreneurial mind whirring.
Well… of course, the thought wasn't solely motivated by a certain aesthetic appreciation for the potential of a helpful, multi-armed Spider Girl.
Looking ahead, his farm's identity could grow. Beyond Leppa Berry grain, medicinal mushrooms, and Miltank dairy, he could develop new, signature industries. Wooloo's luxuriant fleece, Shuckle's aged berry wine…
And this high-tensile spider silk? It wouldn't just make unparalleled tackle for anglers. Sold to ateliers for deep processing, it could be woven into exclusive, high-fashion textiles. It could become a flagship, luxury product bearing his farm's name.
"Chururu~"
A gentle tug on his sleeve pulled him from his reverie. Wade looked down at Lopunny, then followed her pointed gaze forward.
In the dying light, the trees had melted into deep blue silhouettes. Their leaves whispered secrets to a breeze that had grown colder, carrying the first true chill of evening.
It was about to be fully dark.
Wade smiled, giving Lopunny's velvety ear an affectionate rub before turning to his assembled team.
"Alright, everyone. Job well done. Let's go home."
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