*be sure to include a note about how we are being more explicit about the furry nature of these characters, per moderator request and note that Max and Lucy are both feline furries in this story. Also include a note about how we will be jumping back in time to Pinwheel Forest soon enough, but that this was a special request.*

Lucy could hardly contain her excitement. They’d arrived at Castelia City late in the afternoon, too late to do anything other than take a look around and then retire to the Pokemon Center for the night. It was while they were walking past the waterfront that Max had spotted it.

Just in front of one of the piers a sign stood, advertising a self-guided lapras tour of Castelia City. According to the sign it was an hour and a half excursion from one end of the city, up to the Skyarrow Bridge, and then back again. It sounded like a great way to see some of the area, and Lucy did relish being out on the water. Max had never been able to fathom it, given how she’d almost died in the water, but whatever had sparked her nightmares seemed to have the opposite effect on her desire to be bobbing in whatever body of water presented itself to her. Max would never ask, as painful as it was to remember that time in his life, but his own reservations were always soothed by Lucy’s go-getter attitude when it came to these kinds of adventures.

Of course Lucy had begged Max to go with her tomorrow and with only a little playful teasing he’d agreed that it sounded fun. And so now Lucy found herself walking down the street in her swimming suit, headed for the address that had been listed on the ad, ready to see the sights. Her beaming enthusiasm couldn’t be dampened, not even by Max, who’d been so odd when she first made to walk out in her suit. As far as Lucy was concerned, bringing more things ment getting more things wet, so it only made sense that she’d take as little as possible, in this case her green and blue swimsuit with little pink flowers dotting it, her sandals, and her silky, grey self. Max, stick in the mud that he was sometimes, had said she needed to put more clothes on and that it wasn’t appropriate to walk all the way through town in just a one-piece.

Prancing along the sidewalk in just such an outfit, Lucy giggled as she remembered how she’d darted past Max and out onto the street. She relished even more the half-exasperated sigh he’d given as he made to follow her, telling the girl that she’d won. Excited as she was, Lucy failed to notice the lingering glances and outright stares that she was receiving from passersby. If she’d bothered to glance at Max, Lucy might have noticed that he was likewise transfixed by her. If she had, Lucy would surely have taken the time to laugh at the funny way Max kept adjusting his own trunks and shirt as he walked, like his fur was being rubbed uncomfortably or something.

Regardless it wasn’t more than a few minutes walk before the two arrived at the departure point. It was a smaller dock with a one-room boat house at the near end. More tellingly, either side of the narrow walk were a half dozen lapras, bobbing in the water and looking quite marvelous to the kids.

Max stepped over to the boathouse where a young man sat and inquired about the tour. Meanwhile Lucy was off down the dock, alternately gazing down into the water or staring at the lapras. The water was just murky enough that she couldn’t make out more than some weeds and the occasional flash of some aquatic pokemon. The lapras were sitting calmly, not even tethered to the dock, just waiting around. One of them seemed to be eating out of a trough on the dock, standard pokemon feed pellets from what Lucy could see, while the others just sat and watched the water and, now, the little girl skipping along in front of them.

Lucy may have been a dark pokemon aficionado, but she was a pokemon lover at heart and relished the chance to meet new species up close and get a sense of them. Her first thought was that these lapras were smaller than she was expecting, maybe twice as long as her mom would have been tall if they were to stretch all the way out, but sitting like a water-bound giraffarig, they weren’t more than a few feet taller than her. Their shells were similarly large, but not overly large. Lucy figured she wouldn’t have too much trouble stradling the back of one, especially since the protrusions that sporadically covered the ‘mons’ backs looked like they’d make good foot and hand holds. They were similarly not as large as Lucy had been expecting, thinking they’d be a foot long, but most of these protrusions were no more than a couple of hand-widths and looked like she’d be able to close her hand, dainty as it was, around the circumference.

Soon enough Max walked over to join her and the lab who’d been manning the desk wasn’t far behind. The young man gave to two a quick overview of the tour and what they’d be seeing on it. A jaunt down the edge of Castelia City, away from the bridge, out a little past the edge of the city, and then a return trip which would conclude with a lap under the Skyarrow Bridge. He noted that the lapras they were going to be riding where trained and knew the route, so there wouldn’t be any issues with them getting off course or having issues with wild pokemon out on the water.

With the spiel out of the way he directed them to the two lapras furthest along the dock. Max got on first, with a hand up from the attendant. Lucy watched him settle into the groove between the spines, adjusting his hands and feet so that he had purchase. Then the man turned to Lucy.

“Let me help you out there darlin’,” he said in an easy tone. Lucy was happy to let him, as it was a bit too far from the edge of the dock to the lapras for her to cross easily. The tan furred employee gave a quick look around and then bent down and put his hands under Lucy’s shoulders before scooping her up, hooking one of his hands under her, so that she was basically sitting as he carried her. It was an odd sensation, being lifted by a stranger, and having his hand sit so comfortably in the space under her tail. The whole thing didn’t last long, however, as he stepped over the modest gap and onto one of the lower protrusions on the lapras’ back. Once he had his footing, the man set Lucy down, just behind one of the larger, blunt spines. With a last quick scootch of his hands, pushing Lucy forward by the butt, she was settled. 

It was an odd moment, but not one that stuck with Lucy for long because now there were more fun and exciting things to think about. And so, as she and Max pulled away from the dock, she didn’t look back and see the man busily adjusting his pants as he made his way back into the boathouse.

Out on the bay Lucy was having the time of her life, whooping and marveling at the sight of the shoreline, built up and full of pokemon and furs, walking along, working, and living their lives. It wasn’t until Max pointed them out that Lucy noticed the plethora of wild pokemon that now surrounded them. Aquatic pokemon swam and crawled in the still shallow water beneath them, and up in the air various flying pokemon passed over. It was just what Lucy had been wanting to see and she couldn’t contain her excitement, shouting out to Max here and there about this or that as she took in this busy, open world.

It wasn’t long, however, before the awkward shape of the shell began to take its toll. As fun as the ride was, as they came to the edge of the city, Lucy was feeling the strain of holding herself in place and soon enough the soreness was replaced with cramping, as her inner thighs wore out. She was just able to reach spurs on either side of the shell with her feet, but they were far enough down that it didn’t give her much purchase. It felt more like standing on tiptoes than sitting.

In an effort to alleviate her discomfort, Lucy began to squirm, pulling little body forwards along the shell and pressing up against the pommel-like spur that she’d been using as a handle. The shell was surprisingly smooth, despite it’s dull grey coloration, and just wet enough that Lucy found she was able to move around without catching or scraping along the shell. Through her fur, Lucy could feel the slight sliminess as she pulled forward. It was a pleasant sensation, most reminiscent of a slick linoleum floor, but warm from the sun and activity of the lapras.

Lucy pulled herself up, until her pelvis was pressed against the pillar of slick, rocky shell. The feeling of pressure was nice and, for a split second, Lucy was reminded of her time with Mikey.

That gave her pause. Lucy considered for a moment about what might connect the two moments. This line of thought was quickly quashed, however, by her lapras. The pokemon had been calling out from time to time to Max’s lapras intermittently throughout the ride and when it did, it’s deep, ringing call had caused the shell, and Lucy by extension, to vibrate. It had been a slightly ticklish distraction early on, jiggling her misted thighs. Now, though, pressed more fully against the pokemon as she was, Lucy felt a thrill shoot up through her. This was it. This was the connection. That pleasure she’d felt a bit as Mikey had pushed into her depths and stretched her were now amplified and concentrated at this new point of contact, the base of the protrusion and the front of her crotch. As the vibrations petered out, Lucy was able to take in more than just the feeling of euphoria and she noticed that the sensations were primarily coming from that little nub at the front of her kitty. She didn’t know that it was called, but she’d played with it before, it always felt nice to rub at it a bit in the shower, but she’d never given it a whole lot of thought.

Now though, Lucy was hyper aware of new possibilities, and jumping back to the exploration she’d done in Lenora’s bathroom, Lucy had some things she wanted to try.

The notion that there was this space in her kitty that she couldn’t find the back of, that didn’t seem to be doing anything, that had held all that funny smelling liquid, had been bothering Lucy. And now here, pressed up against her crotch, was something that she might be able to use as a measuring stick, of sorts. The lapras’ spine wasn’t jagged, it wasn’t overly large, and it was just sitting there. Lucy wasn’t going to let this opportunity pass.

First things first, Lucy needed to rearrange herself a bit. Pulling her knees up and under her, Lucy was able to squat around the spike. It wasn’t comfortable, but it was necessary for what she planned to do next. Reaching down, Lucy hooked a finger into the band of fabric that covered her crotch. With a little bit of force, she was able to pull the elastic piece aside. Now exposed, Lucy could feel the breeze flowing over her crotch. It was a pleasant enough feeling in and of itself, for a part of her body that didn’t spend much time uncovered in the outdoors, tents notwithstanding.

Now came the slightly harder part, levering herself up and over the spike without losing a grip on the wet ‘mon’s shell. Leaning forward, Lucy braced herself with her other arm, still holding her swimsuit aside. It was fortunate that she was a bit behind Max at that point, otherwise she was sure he’d see and, no doubt, try to stop her. As it was, though, she was able to get onto a stiff crawling position. Then she shimmied her knees forwards, until the narrow protrusion was behind her. Having gotten to the point she wanted, Lucy made as if to sit down again, lowering herself gently, until she felt the tip press into her butt, just behind her kitty hole. Readjusting herself, Lucy felt the tip slide down and then catch in that mysterious space. With everything aligned, all that remained was sitting up and sliding down.

As she straightened, Lucy noticed that her lapras had turned its head and was watching her activities. Something about having someone else, even if it was a pokemon, watching her made Lucy feel a small thrill, nothing as piercing as the vibrations earlier, but a sense of compounding excitement. As she looked into the lapras’ eyes, Lucy began to slide down onto the shell, letting her legs relax and spread apart.

The sensation was a bit uncomfortable at first. Despite its smooth feel, the top of the column caught on Lucy’s lips in a way that felt a bit like a pinch. However, with her body weight baring down, Lucy couldn’t stop herself and soon enough her passage had opened enough to swallow the spike. Now that, Lucy thought, felt nice. The same stretching sensation filled her, but now it was from all directions and all at once, not the probing of someone as confused as she was, but the uniform pressure of something that belonged. On top of that, the shell was much cooler than she’d first thought. On her fur the shell seemed to be the same temperature as Lucy, but inside she could feel each twitch and intrusion as her walls spasmed and her hips dipped lower by the change in temperature.

Lucy was going slow, not wanting to get too far ahead of herself, but soon enough she’d reached the bottom. With a gentle thump, Lucy’s butt came to rest, once again, on the lapras’ back. It was quite the feeling, like sitting in a chair, but without being able to move around, stuck in place. And that lovely stretching feeling was made all the more interesting when she did try to maneuver her torso a bit, suddenly aware of just how deep inside her the shell had gone by the feeling of pressure in places that she’d never previously felt anything at all. 

Now with the motion over and the singular uniqueness starting to wear off, Lucy became more aware of a few things. First, the base of the protrusion was slightly wider than the top. This wasn’t a huge deal, but it did mean that her opening was under a bit more tension than she’d ever experienced before. Second, this was not as fun as the feeling of the lapras singing under her had been. Sure she was learning something about herself, and it did feel nice, but having experienced that buzzing thrill, Lucy now felt like something was missing.

Looking down at her crotch, Lucy could see that exciting little nub pressed against the shell, sticking out a bit more than she’d ever seen before thanks to the pressure of the shell inside her and the sitting position she’d taken, with her legs angled down and slightly behind her, instead of in front, like if she were sitting in a chair. In an effort to elicit some fraction of that earlier good feeling, Lucy began to wiggle her hips back and forth as much as the rigid pole inside her would allow. This small amount of friction felt nice, but it wasn’t quite the same as before.

Glancing back up, Lucy realized that the lapras was still watching her and again she felt a spark of excitement flare up in her chest. Despite this, she couldn’t deny that this position was not terribly comfortable, and the simple feeling of being stretched this way, despite how nice it was, couldn’t make up for the discomfort on its own.

Almost in desperation, Lucy whispered to the lapras, “Can you sing some more please? It felt so nice so will you?” 

She wasn’t expecting a response, more just trying something out of disappointment. So it came as quite a shock when the lapras launched into a rolling song. It started low and then rose to a peak before dipping back down, over and over, in a changing pattern. At the same time, Lucy felt herself filled with the vibrations, not just at that curious button, but in her kitty too. The shaking of the shell was transported up and inside Lucy, pressing and pulling so quickly and so excitingly that she felt herself clamping down, almost in the way she would if she needed to pee but wasn’t at the potty yet, but without the discomfort. It was like she was hugging the pole and it was tickling inside. At the same time, where her crotch was pressed against the base of the shell, Lucy felt the tingling, changing rhythms of the song as waves of pleasure. It was like she was experiencing the song not as sound, but as sensations of joy.

The feelings rose and began to consume Lucy’s thoughts, blocking out everything else. Lucy could focus on nothing but these dueling feelings, the pleasures within and without that threatened to overwhelm her. Added to this internal cacophony, Lucy began to feel the inner parts of her kitty contracting in rolling motions, squeezing along the shaft in such a way that the vibrations of the shell seemed to grow and diminish within her body, only adding to the feelings flooding over her.

Then, so suddenly that Lucy couldn’t understand what was happening, her vision seemed to go white, all information tuned out and the muscles all down her torso when stiff, pulling her forwards so that she was hunched over. The sudden motion caused her to let out a long, weak moan, though it couldn’t be heard over the ringing call of the lapras. Dimly in the crescendo of pleasure Lucy was experiencing, she could feel a bit of liquid seeping from between her kitty and the penetrating shell. The warmth seeped along her stretched lips and then began to coat her hips. Lucy was pretty sure she hadn’t peed, but her mind had gone blank and she no longer felt like she was fully in control of her body.

Coming down out of the soaring clouds of pleasure, Lucy noticed that the singing had not stopped and that the vibrations rubbing against her were just as intense. Even as she noticed this, Lucy felt the sensations building within her, the pulling contractions of her walls, the tension in her stomach, the fluttering at the edges of her thoughts, and for a moment Lucy felt afraid. The feeling of being lost in those lovely sensations was nice, but she wasn’t in control and even now she couldn’t catch her breath enough to call out to her lapras and tell it to stop.

Again the sensations built and raggedly, Lucy lost herself in the moment. Hunched over and gasping as the spike danced along inside her and that pink nub was battered so sweetly by the percussive motion of lapras’ shell. This time, though, Lucy was more prepared for what was happening. Rather than going blank, she was able to process the tensions and releases that spanned her body and relish the feelings they brought. It was almost like when she sneezed, there was the kind of uncomfortable part, the itching in the back of her nose, but once it came, she felt so much relief. Now too she was experiencing that relief, but so many times more intense. As control returned, Lucy felt herself giggling, the anxious feelings of a moment before forgotten for the joy of this new, fantastic sensation.

The remainder of the ride was spent in a cycle of exaltation and recovery, though lapras seemed bent on making the recovery period as short as possible as it never once stopped its singing. Not that Lucy wanted to. The outrageous pleasure building and releasing within made Lucy woozy even as she sought to keep pressed as close as possible to the shell between her legs. She paid little attention to the surroundings, only barely noting as they passed under the Skyarrow Bridge. It wasn’t until lapras stopped its cyclical call that Lucy noticed they had arrived back at the dock.

Looking around, Lucy saw Max had already been helped off by the dock attendant. He barely glanced at Lucy before heading off to get his stuff out of the locker he’d rented. The attendant then turned his attention to Lucy, who’d found that she could hardly move, her whole body still twitching from the effort it had expended. At the sight, the young man put on a grin that normally would have had Lucy avoiding him, but at that moment she was too exhausted to notice.

He stepped across the gap and, like before, lifted Lucy. She came free with a sluurp, as the shell reemerged from her sopping opening and she gave a little squeak as she felt herself closing back up. Lucy was so tired and overstimulated that she didn’t notice the young man’s fingers playing around the edges of her kitty, one slipping in briefly, before they were back on the dock and he’d placed her down. Lucy tried to stand, but found her legs uncooperative, slumping onto the dock as Max walked back over.

“Lucy! What’s wrong?” Max was asking.

“Oh she’s just a little wore out. These tours can sometimes be a little exhausting and sitting in that position for so long can really take it out of you, heh.” Responded the tan furred canine. “You may want to carry her for a bit, if you can manage. She’ll probably be wanting some rest too.”

Lucy looked up to see Max nodding and then he stooped down and, with the employee’s help, got her on her feet and then hoisted her up onto Max’s back. Again she didn’t feel where the young man’s hands went, failing to register his far less than appropriate grabbing, and the way his fingers dug into her kitty. For the first time in forever, Lucy felt truly tired, not just like after a day of playing, but like she needed sleep and, also for the first time, she found herself disappointed that she couldn’t simply go to sleep the way Max did.

“Can I take a nap when we get back?” Lucy whispered in Max’s ear.

“Of course. Let’s just call it a day, maybe. We can do some more stuff tomorrow, but you probably don’t want to go battle a gym after that tour, huh?” Max said, turning to walk back up the dock. Lucy shook her head against his shoulder, and then settled down for the ride.

Behind them, the attendant slowly walked back to his desk, keeping a close eye on the girls behind. Then, as he reached the hut, he quickly flipped the sign to “closed” and pulled down the grate that covered the front. He’d seen women come back in a similar state on these tours before, hell sometimes men too. Afterall the lapras were trained pretty well, but he’d never seen someone so young nor quite so exhausted that he’d had to help them out. Sitting down behind his desk, the young man pulled out his cock and began to jerk it. Through his mind flitted still fresh memories, bit of drool matting the fur on her cheek, the sound of the spine as it was removed, the ropes of clear juices momentarily connecting girl and pokemon, the image of her butt sticking half out of the swimsuit, the feel of her raw, used pussy, even the cluelessness of her brother. All of these images would stick with him for a long time.