Your giant, excitable Pokemon partner actually takes a moment to consider your words. In a rare event, she pulls her tongue back fully inside her mouth and stares down at your shirt with a small, charming frown, getting lost in thought. It makes your heart leap in your chest. Man, even when she's being unhelpful and pushy, she's still the cutest thing you've ever laid eyes on...
Am I done yet... she thinks to herself. All the times she wanted to do something where you stopped her--even if it was technically bad, or wrong, or dangerous. It was probably for the best that you always picked her up whenever she tried to mess with that mean old Stoutland next door. And she prooobably shouldn't have tiptoed on the railing of that third floor balcony just to chase those Wingull. But that didn't mean you had to stop her fun ALL the time! Especially when she was licking and snuggling and leaping on you, or climbing underneath your shirt--the ways she showed her undying love! Most of the time you weren't even really busy with anything; you were just looking at that stupid computer. But now, there is no screen, or work, or distractions...just you, and her, and all the love she has to give.
She smirks slightly. Nah! I'm just getting starteeed! Ooh, but where to start?
A gentle breath in reminded her; there's another thing she never got enough of: your scent. Not just your lotion or anything, but...the way you smelled in the mornings, or right after a long day at the PokeMart restocking items for trainers to use. She was usually too late to jump into your arms, bury her muzzle into your chest, then huff and lick to her heart's content, but there was always the consolation prize of your dirty, still-warm clothes lying at the top of the laundry basket. While you were busy getting clean, she had them allll to herself. When she laid flat on them and took it in, she was practically in heaven...
It might be a bit difficult to get that potent a taste from just your tiny body, but knowing you're here and watching her enjoy it? It'll do. It'll do just fine.
Yamper continues to reminisce and fantasize. Meanwhile, you're forced to sit here and look at her adorable thinking face. Honestly, being trapped here isn't that bad; with her stubby paws pressing into your arms, and her warm, fuzzy underbelly sinking comfortably into your legs and torso, it's more like you're being forcibly put to sleep. You don't even mind the slobber all that much anymore!
In fact...when was the last time you really spent much time with Yamper--other than dozing off here, of course? Yeah, you'd give her pats and belly rubs sometimes, but you've been very fixated on games, videos, and calls with your friends. It was only on a random, once-in-a-blue-moon whim that you decided to head out here.Have you been neglecting her?
You frown at the thought. She has been getting more needy lately, and you haven't been responding well to that. No wonder she's so insistent on playing with you. And since size-related technology is more closely studied here in Galar, you might not even need to find Mew, meaning that this matter of restoring your regular height (though something you'd really like ASAP) isn't as much of a pressing issue as you've made it out to be. Maybe you should just let her have her fun...
"Yamp-purr!"
"Ghk!"
You grunt as your partner's button nose unexpectedly bumps into your head. It's cold and wet. And, as noses often do, it's secreting a very thin, but noticeable film of mucus, which is unfortunately being wiped against your already-spit-covered face. You groan in slight disgust. Apparently she must've heard it, because next thing you know she's giggling in that signature cute, slightly hoarse wheeze of a laugh she has, and soon after, she takes a big, continuous sniff of your face and neck.
The feeling of wind blowing across your upper torso makes you laugh and shiver coldly at the same time. Jeez, being at this size really puts things into perspective... you think disconcertedly to yourself. Yamper has so much power over you. You're truthfully very, very lucky that Mew shrunk you near her, and not in the middle of the Wild Area. Who knows what could've got a hold of you there...
Still, this is kind of getting annoying, as adorable as it is.
"Y-Yamper, you already got my face covered in one of your bodily fluids! Couldja try to not make it two?"
As if actually listening to you for once, she moves her nose a bit lower. Then, she starts rubbing it in and smelling twice as hard as before, making you burst out into a giggle fit from all the ticklish whipping of air around. And now she's getting your stomach covered in snot...oh well, at least it's not your face.
But then, she starts...getting lower. Low enough that the feeling of her nose grinding against you is starting to feel decidedly less comfortable. She's taking deeper whiffs, too. Now that you're paying more attention, was she always blushing through her fur like that?
And were her eyes half-lidded before?
"M-mmph!" you stifle a groan when your partner's snout reaches its true destination: your crotch. Even through your pants, her cool, damp nose is as cool and damp as ever. You stifle some more as it brushes up and down and drinks in every last iota of your scent it can get. From how insistently she's going at it, you can tell she isn't planning on stopping any time soon. "Yamper, what the hell?!"
She ignores you, of course. How could she listen when she's too busy inhaling your scent at its strongest? In a happy trance, she starts panting again, bringing a moist heat into the thick of things. One that, combined with all the (hopefully) inadvertent stroking, is enough to send a lewd, unthinkable aching through your loins.
"O-oh, A-arce--ngh..."
It's so wrong. But despite your misgivings, it takes no time at all for your once-flacced member to stand at attention, poking straight upwards, as if proud of itself. Yamper growls huskily as a new, very welcome scent makes its way into her lungs. This was...everything she wanted and more...
An epiphany strikes you while the horror of your situation is ebbed away by the unfortunate pleasure.
Oh wait. Oh no.
All those times she was a bed hog. They weren't just her being greedy, or silly, or cute. Every single time she did it, it was with something you either just used, or use regularly--and she usually had her stubby muzzle buried thoroughly in whatever object she was using. Was she really sleeping? Or were those slow, methodical breaths just her drinking in every bit of her owner's musk, savoring it? If it's possible, you're blushing even harder now. Cheri would be too light a hue to describe your hot, flushed cheeks. Now that you think about it, it makes a lot more sense this way; she never really used that cute little bolt-patterned blanket, which you bought specifically and only for her, until you asked her if she really didn't like it with a hurt frown on your face. That got her to use it for a few days. But afterwards, she went right back to burrowing into your pillow, leaping up to your hamper (she could jump pretty high for a Pokemon with such stubby legs!), or hiding under your bedsheets, when she really wanted to...which seemed to be more and more often these days. Was she really that obsessed with your scent?
"Yaaam...perr!"
A sudden, forceful jerking of the fabric of your pants snapped you out of your deep thought (one you must've only managed because of the dearth of a huge, moist, soft doggy nose nuzzling into your junk). You try in vain to grab your waistband and pull it back up. Alas, Yamper can be a feisty little runt when she wants to be, and by how excitedly she's tugging your pant legs down, that's exactly what she's being right now. You can only squeak as one last yank pulls them down and exposes your comfy boxer briefs to the world. This is going way too fast!
There's a sort of twinkle in your Pokemon partner's eyes when she looks down at your nearly naked crotch. Her jaw drops slightly in amazement as she stares at the very prominent tent poking up and out of your underwear, and her wet and disarmingly warm breath blows down on you as a result. Your dick twitches a bit as it flows into the leg holes and washes over your jewels.
God, how did it get this far...
Master, master! You're loving this too! Yamper yips happily in her mind. Wow oh wow, I can't believe it...he didn't want to play before, but now he really, really wants to, and this is proof-- she bops her nose against your dick again, feeling way more warmth and taking in more of your scent this time. She sighs through her nose; her eyes look dopey and half-lidded. More of her breath brushes over you, and you shudder in a potent mixture of fear, arousal, and anticipation. You love and hate how much she's doing to you with so little. Some part of you is just screaming for her to get it over with already, having given up trying to convince her to stop and search for Mew completely. Just a few moments ago, you'd be utterly mortified by that prospect. Now? You're starting to agree with it...
Then, with a certain finality, a certain 'past the point of no return', Yamper slowly nudges her nostrils against the waistband of your boxers once more. They're so loose and roomy that they slide off without a single hitch. Now your genitals are laid bare, not a single, solitary barrier between them and your partner's taboo curiosity. You find yourself...not nearly as horrified as you should be.
Looks like there's no way to go but down from here...
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