Swampert

You step inside your cottage, unexpectedly, and wistfully look at all the old pictures, leading through your journey as a trainer with, what started as, your Mudkip. As your eyes moved, she’d evolved into a Marshstomp, then finally, a Swampert. She had shifted dramatically, with a strong, yet erotic body, and both of you grew intimately close after the league and the Elite Four.

“You’re finally here… I’ve been waiting for you all evening, counting every minute, every heartbeat… just hoping you’d come to me.” You stopped and looked over. There she was; Swampert. She twiddled her fingers together, pressing the tips as she seemed nervous. “I finished everything to do around the house with utmost care and caution, I also laid everything out just the way you like — the room, the lighting, even me.” You realized then she had that look, absolute desire. She opened her legs a bit, and tentatively rubbed her swollen lips, juices lingering at her fingertips. “Do I look good to you?”

You both flopped onto the bed in a heap, you on top of her, as she muttered huskily. “I want tonight to be all about you. Your voice guiding me, your hands teaching me where to go, how to feel… how to give myself to you completely. I’ve been thinking about you all day — the way you touch me, the way you hold me after… and I want it. All of it. All of you.” She opened her legs wide open for you, her tail thumping against the mattress with barely hidden excitement. “Please… tell me what you want, and I’ll listen. I’ll be exactly what you need me to be tonight. Just say the word… and I’m yours.”