While Chidi Sai wondered how to tell his uncle the sim he was supposed to kidnap was now their refugee, in the Intimidation Room Émile was welcoming a new guest.
Émile: Vexus, welcome to my humble abode. I hope the trip through the loading screen wasn't too uncomfortable
Vexus: thank you for your invitation, Émile. The trip was quick and painless, thankfully
Émile: come and sit, my friend. Thank you for coming all the way here to help me with the agency's remodelation. There aren't many friends when all of the villains in this simverse have a problem with your own family, hehe. Oh, I see your assistant started already!
Vexus: Leanne is very efficient
(Vexus aka Valerian Plott and Leanne the servo by @theplottdump)
i would REALLY like to see sam/quorra in an "identity"-verse game.
i know that the devs have pushed that it's LONG PAST LEGACY, but... it can't be too long after Legacy because of the generation of lightcycles featured in the game. the cycles are 6th gen--5th being legacy, 4th being evolution, and in run/r, the 9th gen is considered the "modern lightcycle." so i think it is totally possible that we're in a reasonable timeline for AT LEAST quorra to rez in to see the status of these ISOs living independently, and in turn, not being perfect little angels like they were supposed to be. it would be shocking and saddening, and sam would also shoulder his father's breakthrough and responsibility of saving these beings.
Summary: Arven discovers a mysterious plant. Juliana touches it unwittingly and strange reactions run through their bodies.
Rating: MA - Content is only suitable for mature adults. May contain explicit language and adult themes.
Words: 2700
Notes: Finishing up the week with some smut! Lavandula stoechas or Spanish Lavender is an aphrodisiac plant, so...
“What kind of flower is this? It’s so beautiful.”
The gasp seemed justified. The flower has yet to bloom, still bundled together holding the secrets of its form, but Juliana, in her trips up and down Paldea, has never seen pedals so deep in colour or such thick black horns going all the way down the stem.
The girl leans in closer to inspect the vibrant violet petals. Even as only a button, it still looked amazingly beautiful, and she wonders if she can have one of her Pokémon to make it open faster. Even as their journey after the Hierba Mistica came to a close, there is still plenty of wonderous plant life in the country yet to be discovered, after all.
“I’m not sure yet.” Arven says from behind her, his footsteps growing louder as he makes his way over to the bush. “It was growing near some poppies but it doesn’t seem to be a part of the same species of plant. I’ve been waiting for it to bloom to see what kind of medicinal or poisonous properties it might have once it’s matured.”
He comes to stand next to her while he scribbles words on his notebook, still continuing the work he had started before she found him hiding away in the lonely lab. For a Humanities Track student, he spends a lot of his time at the biology department and the greenhouses, studying and describing the plant life.
The boy also had the unfortunate penchant to hole himself in his exploits, ignoring everything else around him, including his need to eat and sleep. He takes after his parents more than anyone would care to admit.
The smell of sugar and spice floats in the air around them, minty and sweet, something that Juliana came to associate intimately with her brutish friend over the course of the school year. She takes it in, almost completely forgetting about the flower in front of her. This close proximity make the butterflies in her stomach run wild.
Arven always did this to her when he was close, but, at the same time, he could not be more oblivious to the liking she has taken to him, infuriatingly so. Either he was painfully stupid or. if he did notice, he never let onto it, and she is still unsure of what she would rather believe.
Nevertheless, she is a persistent person. His spurious ignorance, or pretence thereof, has never stopped her from trying with him. Insistingly so. She brings him lunch between classes and League appointments because she knows he is working too hard to stop himself for a break. She is always keen in offering her opinions and thoughts to his never-ending need for knowledge when she came to his usual haunts. She manages his moods and does not take him too seriously when she knows he is riding on fumes, and she takes care of his small team of Pokémon when he forgets to.
At first, it was a service brought upon by guilt. Yes, Juliana did not murder his parents, but she was instrumental in their untimely demise, horrible people as they were. Regardless of how much he would say to the contrary, no-one comes out unscathed of this experience, and his obsessive behaviour gave weight to this observation. She would not want another disaster on her hands.
However, as time went on and she spent basically all of her free time around him, her guilty concern became a sort of desire. Desire to be close to him, to feel the warmth of him and have him tell her of the things running around in his mind. She is interested in his research and his observations, but also, she just really loved the sound of his voice and how lovely it sounded in her ears.
While she is not sure how Arven felt for her in return, and the fact he does not make her life any easier, his welcoming to her and her words were enough to tell her that he did at least enjoy her company.
She brings her fingers up to the flower, lightly running them up the silken pedals.
“Please, be careful.” The blond says sweetly as he watches the flower move under her touch.
As if her slightly chilled fingers had coaxed it to bloom, the flower bursts open suddenly. Large pedals go in every direction relieving a bright golden centre, very dusted with a darker shade of yellow.
Surprised by the sudden blossoming, they both lean in closer to inspect it and as quickly as it opened up, it releases a puff of pollen into the air. He reacts quickly, grabbing her shoulders with a gentle force to pull her back, though it is not fast enough to stop the pollen from invalid their senses.
It tickles her nose as Juliana inhales the floating dust, the air growing warmer down her throat and in her lungs the deeper it goes. Her chest burns, but it is not all that unpleasant, rather it feels… Strange. Unlike anything that she had ever experienced before.
She looks up at Arven to see if he is feeling the same. His hands are on his knees, eyes on her, studying her, watching her intently. His lips parted slightly as he breathes in. The sight makes her mouth water.
“Are you alright?” He asks, his voice deeper than it normally is.
Even if one is partially covered by his overgrown bangle, she can feel that both of his eyes remain fixated on her. She also cannot help but notice how dark they become as they look up and down her body.
“I think so.” She responds, scratching her left shoulder with her right hand. The bra strap over there seemed awfully uncomfortable all of a sudden.
The heat in her chest spreads throughout her body quickly, her head feels dizzy and she cannot keep his gaze for long.
Juliana closes her eyes, gulp down the saliva at the back of her throat, anything to help cool her, but every movement only seems to make it worse. Behind her closed lids, lay only lust-filled images of the cook standing before her. Things that she would never dare saying, not even thinking about.
Her body feels so sensitive, so hot it feels like she might burst into flames, but it is the flesh between her legs that aches the most.
Her eyes trail down his body and, even though her own body is screaming to touch what it sees, she rather wishes that she had not looked away from his face when she sees the incredibly hard bulge straining his pants. The vexing member was sketched very clearly against the beige fabric and it seemed larger than what she was led to imagine.
The sight has she pushing her legs together but, gods, she wishes she could just stay still. He notices at the exact moment she does and tries to bend and cover himself up.
“Juli, I… You, ahem, you’ll have to forgive me.” He coughs.
Arven seems to have difficulty in finding his voice at the exposition, but it is also incredibly hard to speak when all he can focus on is this girl and the way she is panting in front of him. If he could find the strength to do anything but force himself not to reach out to her, it is a sight he would love to register somehow.
He tried to get a hold on himself. “I can’t seem to... It appears this plant is an aphrodisiac, and a potent one at that.”
Her knees melt underneath her, her hands catching her before she hits the ground as she pants and fights for air. The coolness of the ground when it meets her legs does nothing to help how she is burning up.
The blond wants to reach out to Juliana, help her off the ground and apologize for this outcome but he is not sure he will be able to stop himself if he gets a hold of her. He would have to apologize later, for now, if one of them did not leave soon, he would do something crazy.
“One of us should leave, before I can’t control myself.” He hoarsely explains.
The aching between her legs grows tenfold within the time he says such a thing, and she can feel how wet she is as her essence starts to stain her panties.
With all her strength, Juliana sits up on her legs and looks up at him. Perhaps if they talk it out, it would not be so awkward and they could resist the pull of the chemicals by mental fortitude alone.
She immediately finds out that this was not a very intelligent idea. Good gods, does he look incredible. She has seen him be happy, curious, his own toned-down version of frustrated but never like this, like he wants to devour her. Her imagination of him in a romantic situation that came in her daydreams since falling for him was nothing compared to reality.
“I don’t want to...” She says through heavy breaths. “Flower or not, I want you, Arven.”
Juliana wants him to touch her, take her as he pleases, just as long as it is hard and it lasts. She wanted that even without the influence of the mysterious pollen, it just gave her the courage to voice it out loud.
“Are you certain?” He rasps, incapable of being any more eloquent.
She nods in response. “Yes.”
Not a moment later, his lips are on hers and he joins her in the ground. They are soft, cool against her own burning lips and she cannot get enough. Every kiss grows deeper than the last and she reaches for his coat to pull him closer. His gloves are quickly shed and his bare hands run up the sides of her neck, through her hair.
Those hands make her feel as though they are searing her skin and it has her moaning into his mouth.
“Juli, I don’t think I’ll be able to control myself much longer.” He says against her lips, his kisses slowing only to communicate with her. He does not want her to regret this or hate him for it after the effects of the pollen wear off. “Are you truly certain?”
“Yes, I’m certain. I’m certain. I… I want you so badly. Please, Arven.”
Without another word, his hands untangle from her hair and move down her back, pressing her flush chest against his and she moves her legs to straddle him. His cock is so hard against her core and just a light thrust of her hips through her pants is enough to have them both wanton and moaning. Slender hands cannot stop roaming over every inch of her body and her lips only part to breathe.
There is no will for patience between the two of them and their clothes get naturally shed quickly, most of them finding their way underneath her to keep her body from the cold linoleum floor of the lab. The cool air feels amazing against her burning flesh but it does not stop the heat that only continues to build inside of her with every desperate touch of his hands against her bare skin.
Juliana is a blushing mess against his piercing look, but she cannot tear her own gaze away from the perfect body that lay under his clothes.
“You’re so beautiful, Juli.” He coos from above her.
Arven attentively watches his hands trail down her chest, playing with her overly sensitive nipples before going down through her stomach. Every touch he gives her is so needy and leaves lingering flames in its wake. She cannot reply, all words she could have said leave her mind at the touch of his fingers on her folds.
She is soaking wet, her juices coating his fingers and only growing more wet with every touch. He pulls his hand away to grab himself, pumping his cock once before lining it up with entrance.
Even through the uncontrollable lust, he finds it hard to not study every reaction coming from her as he eases inside of her inch by inch. Every face she makes, every movement of her body, every noise that escapes past her pretty lips, he takes it all in and lets it drive his lust even further.
She is so fucking tight around him, her walls pulling him in even deeper with every rock of his hips. If he could speak, he would want to tell her how wonderful she feels, but he cannot find the words as he pulls himself almost completely out of her cunt just to slam back in.
The pace is animalistic and desperate but neither of them can find a single ounce of composure or care. All they want to do is to feel each other, let the heat in their cores burst. She bucks her hips up to meet him, the top of his cock kissing her cervix.
“Fuck, Arven!” She cries out.
He has always loved the way Juliana pronounced his name but, like this, in these circumstances, it drives him crazy in the best way. He grabs her hips, using his strength to pull them up to meet him again and again as he slams into her.
Soft sand-coloured locks tickle her forehead when he leans down to her figure and with her hands tangling in his hair, she crashes her lips against his with feverous intent. The sound of their kisses, their muffled moans and the lewd noises coming from her dripping cunt echo off the walls of the lab, all of them only growing louder the closer they both get to their climax.
Her fingers tug at his hair at a partially hard thrust, accidently pulling his head back in the process. The most sinful, the most angelic moan sounds from his throat, making her mind grow ever foggier and a flash of hot, white light rush through her eyelids. His fingers on her hips digging into her flesh, sure enough to leave bruises tomorrow and it pushes her over the edge.
Her walls pulsate around him, squeeze him for all he is worth and he cannot hold his own back anymore. Quickly, he pulls out of her and a desperate whine at the emptiness she feels starts to fall past her lips before she moans loudly, full once again but this time with his fingers.
Sticky hot cum coats her thigh as Arven pumps his finger in and out of her, letting her ride out her high for as long as possible. He watches from above, unable to decide if her fucked out face or his fingers disappearing in and out of her abused pussy is the best place to look. They are both such lovely sights.
With heavy, heavy breaths, her chest rises and falls evenly and, for the first time since the flower bloomed, her mind feels some sense of clarity. Her legs begin to shake, his fingers becoming too much when she became overly-sensitive. His fingers slip from her walls, and again she finds herself hating the emptiness she feels. The blond quickly finds her clit again, rubbing in gentle comforting circles.
“Arven…” She calls breathlessly, not really knowing what she is supposed to say in this situation.
Juliana opens her eyes to look at him. She is not sure what she wants to convey first, but perhaps she should apologize or ask if he is okay or tell him she does not want this to be the last and only time they are together, but even if it was, she does not regret it.
Before she can get her bearings, though, Arven takes a deep breath and opens his mouth, purposeful.
“Juli, I’d like to show you my feelings for you like this again in a more proper setting, if you’d allow me.” He says, with a tranquillity and a confidence that he neither feels, nor comes naturally to him. “Perhaps you’d like to have dinner with me tonight? I’d love to cook something for you.”
I’m actually kinda upset because this feels WAY too soon for 9th gen. I’m worried about support being dropped for stuff like Bank and 6th gen trading, ESPECIALLY since the 3ds eshop is officially closing (in a year). I’ve been trying to work towards completion in some of my older games, so that I can then transfer all my favorites up into games that won’t get cut off from support. But I’m frequently sidetracked by extra goals that don’t quite matter.
I could probably write a whole book about the really dumb and unnecessary way I’m managing my 3rd and 4th gen games right now but whatever.
The trailer honestly looks like it could have been Sword and Shield DLC, if not for the starter reveal. I don’t actually care that much about graphics, but it’s weird that it’s basically the same style for everything. I would have hoped for maybe some more detailed terrain. There’s a lot of flat plains and gentle slopes, just like the Wild Area. I wonder if you can control the camera in towns? Dynamic moving cameras in the trailer aren’t necessarily a sign of that.
I kinda like how the male and female trainer designs are nearly identical. There’s not a lot of point in making them real characters if the game will likely have customization options. I get mild Ghibli vibes from the design.
Sprigatito: It’s just a cat. If they gave it even one single leaf somewhere on its body I’d be happy. The fluff on its neck is probably intended to evolve into leaves, but it’d be cuter with some undeniable plantiness. It’s a little bland. I have no opinion on the biped/quadruped thing people are carrying over from the Incineroar discourse.
Fuecoco: It looks like someone saw a blurry screenshot of Applin and tried to predict it’s evolution. I like it but it feels fake. I’m excited to see it evolve into the fakest looking thing ever just so we can all be mad.
Quaxly: Literally just Donald. But I love him. I’m biased towards water starters so my opinion should not be counted. It’s a brilliantly vague design, every little curve of it’s stupid hat and it’s stupid feet feels like it’s intended to be not a generic duck but nobody can explain why. I’ve seen predictions that it’s a matador, a pirate, a blue-footed booby, all three, something else, literally just Donald, who knows? Worried it’s gonna break my heart like Sobble did.
I will not be buying any new Pokemon games (I have not bought Legends Arceus) until I clear some backlog. I may, if I get a good opportunity, blow $200 on a used copy of Colosseum for reasons related to paragraph 1.
