The Pokemon by RubberMatt
Was noodling around on Seventh’s archive, “ooh The Pokemon, pretty sure I’ve read that one but I don’t remember it. Let’s give it a re-read.”
LZ’s story.
Zoey was out in the forest. The slender redhead knew what she needed to so.
As I read, I remembered that I had just made a bunch of clothing, including a turtle neck swimsuit.
mmmmppphhh!
This time the Pokemon knows exactly what it’s mistress wants, and gives it to her vigorously.
Epilogue
A year later Matt was walking home, cutting through the crowded central plaza, something shiny caught his attention and he looked up. His jaw dropped and he came to s complete stop.
It .. it couldn’t be Zoey, could it? He could hardly forget that stunning redhead.
She was slinking through the crowd with effortless grace, moving like a catwalk model, heels clicking, sheathed from neck to toe in seamless glossy black, then he realised her head was encased too, covered in translucent latex.
To the people around her it must just look like some fetish gear, he was probably the only person in the entire city who knew that suit was a living thing, permanently bonded with the beautiful girl inside it.
She turned her head, eyes meeting his, a shiver ran up his spine, there was something … feral in those large brilliant green eyes. Her mouth quirked into a small smile and then she was gone, disappearing into the crowd.