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Leon's heart was racing.  He took a few cautious steps behind one of the many surrounding tall trees, trying carefully not to make any noise in the dead leaves around him.  He narrowed his eyes and squinted into the darkness caused by the thick canopy, trying to be sure of what he had seen.  He anxiously fingered the first Pokeball on his belt and darted behind another tree.

 

For hours, he had been searching these dark woods for new Pokemon.  At the forest's edge he had caught a Sewaddle and a Cottonee, two victories that had prompted him to push deeper and deeper into the darkness.  Now, he was lost, his Braviary couldn't fly through the oppressive canopy, and he hadn't seen anything alive (Pokemon or otherwise) since he started.  Until now.

 

Blinking a couple of times to make sure his eyes weren't deceiving him, Leon peered around the tree trunk at his target.  There was indisputably something there, something giving off a flickering indigo glow.  He could barely make out a single speck of purple incandescence; a flickering flame rocking back and forth, hovering in the air.  Leon could be reasonably sure it was SOME sort of Pokemon, but not any species he was aware of.  Wanting a better look, he quickly darted to another, closer tree.

 

The whatever-it-was turned.  Leon could not see the actual motion involved in the turning, but he did see a solitary yellow eye come into view.  The hovering light bounced in surprise, then flitted off further into the trees leaving a sinking trail of purple sparks.

 

Leon hesitated briefly.  It had seen him, but it didn't immediately attack like most other Pokemon would.  This was not an ordinary Pokemon, begging him to prove himself to it as a trainer.  This was different.  Without giving it further thought, Leon abandoned all pretense of stealth and broke into a full sprint after the disappearing light.

 

Rounding a particularly dense thicket of trees, Leon caught sight of the light again, far ahead of him.  It had stopped, hovering in place, that single yellow eye trained directly on him.  Leon darted after it, and only as he was almost near enough to throw a Pokeball did it flit away again.

 

Again Leon pursued, and again it evaded him.  He began to suspect that it was testing him after all.  Panting, he pursued again.  He stopped as he saw a clearing ahead of him.  There was a bright white-purple flame in the center, like a campfire.  He stopped and leaned against a tree, trying to catch his breath and regain his composure.  He could not pick the purple light out of the darkness, but he was sure it and the campfire were related somehow.

 

After he had taken a moment, he slowly approached the fire.  The clearing contained a small grassy hill, and, looking up, Leon could see stars.  He was briefly disoriented.  Was it night already?  Had he been in these woods that long?  The lids of his eyes lowered, and he felt suddenly calm.  It didn't matter what time it was.  This place was peaceful, and a quiet rest by the fire would do him good.

 

Leon's shoulders slumped and he took several slow, plodding steps towards the campfire.  He felt very heavy, and began shedding his gear as he approached.  The backpack was the first to go, dropped carelessly in a pile of leaves.  He unthreaded that heavy belt with all the Pokeballs and healing items from his belt loops, and dropped it also.  He stopped to remove his hiking boots and socks, stepping onto the soft grass with his bare feet.  He reached the edge of the hill and unceremoniously flipped himself on his back.  His hands idly wandered up his chest and began to unbutton his shirt.

 

A soft giggle cut across the clearing.  Leon pulled himself into a sitting position, his now-open shirt exposing his chest in the flickering purple glow.

 

There was a young woman peering at him from between the trees.  Her skin was very pale, and shone as if oiled.  Her white hair hung down to the middle of her slender waist, though part of it concealed half her face.  She wore naught but a small smile, and held her arms across her small chest and wide hips to conceal her nudity.  Leon guessed that she would have to be a good eight inches shorter than him.  Her one visible eye shone with an inner yellow light as she met Leon's gaze.

 

Leon smiled and leaned back.  Of course there was a beautiful girl here.  Why wouldn't there be?  This place was perfect.  A lazy smile spread across his face and he beckoned to her, feeling himself growing harder.  She blushed lightly and moved her hands, exposing her smooth mound and chest, small nipples pointed out.  Her hips waved hypnotically side to side as she sauntered into the clearing, the firelight illuminating her features more clearly.  Wordlessly, she knelt at Leon's feet and crawled over him, her eyelid lowered seductively.  She placed a small hand on Leon's chest and gently pushed him back down onto the grass, then peeled his open shirt off his arms.

 

Leon put his hands on the legs straddling him.  She was very warm, and her skin had an odd texture.  Soft, almost pliable.  Waxy.  She bit her lip wordlessly as he ran his fingertips up her thighs, trailing up her stomach.  As he was reaching to squeeze her breasts, she grabbed his wrists and pushed them back down in the grass.  He was instantly surprised at her strength, and saw in her eyes a new expression.  Hunger.

 

The girl unbuttoned and unzipped Leon's pants, then crawled down as she pulled them off and tossed them away.  Leon's member pointed straight up into the cool night sky, and the girl made a small appreciative moan. Leon felt something hot drip onto his leg, and saw that the girl's slit was positively dripping wet.  She pushed herself down onto Leon's thigh and rubbed herself against it.  She threw her head back and moaned, biting her lip.  With a sudden ferocity, she ground herself into his leg for a moment, leaving an unusually warm trail of wetness on him that tingled his skin.  She then opened her eye as if snapping herself out of her erotic reverie.  She looked down at Leon and smiled slyly.

 

The girl placed her hands on Leon's chest and pushed herself up so her hips were poised above him.  She lowered herself so her slit was touching the tip of Leon's cock, and her very warm wetness dripped several trails down his length, almost like melted wax.  Just the touch of this warm fluid was exhilarating to Leon; it seemed to set his nerves alight with pleasure.  He watched excitedly as the girl steadily pushed down, the head of his member disappearing between her lips.  With a sudden motion, she dropped herself all the way down the length of Leon's shaft and arched her back, shutting her eye and inhaling audibly.  Leon moaned and arched his hips up.  His entire cock was immersed in the warm fluid that pulsed with pleasurable feeling, and the puddle that was beginning to form at the base of his shaft was eliciting the same feeling from him.  It was like the pleasure he felt at having penetrated the girl wasn't just felt in his cock, but in a slowly-spreading area around him.

 

The girl took a moment, Leon's cock buried in her, before letting out her drawn breath and opening her eye.  She met Leon's gaze again, biting her lip in another small smile, and drew herself back up his shaft.  Slowly, she began bobbing her hips up and down, her slender torso sinuously rocking her back and forth.  Her hands trailed up leon's chest and held his arms down as she steadily began to increase the tempo.

 

This was more than Leon could take.  Despite his best efforts, he groaned and pushed his hips up as his orgasm shook him, pumping load after load of cum into the pale girl.  The spreading puddle of hot wax on his thighs and stomach felt the pleasure too, and Leon rocked hips hips in ecstasy.  The girl closed her eyes again as her face and stomach tightened, her mouth held open in a soundless moan of pleasure.  She did not stop, however, and only picked up the pace.

 

Leon did not stop either, his member oddly remaining erect after his climax.  In fact, the pleasure he felt lingered on him, clung to him, and spread with the waxy puddle.  He threw his head back, not noticing that the girl was pulling his arms to his side.  All he felt was the immense pleasure spreading all across his body.  His thighs were now immersed in it, his stomach, his hands...

 

He came a second time, the girl's moans becoming louder and more frenzied.  She was bucking furiously atop him, her hair flying side to side, but never revealing her other eye.  "Oh Arceus..." Leon moaned, as the pleasure spread over his feet, completely encasing his legs and forearms.

 

The girl moaned louder, her stomach muscles tensed up, and she tightened around Leon.  Not just around his member, but now over nearly half his body.

 

Leon suddenly blinked in confusion and looked down.  The girl looked as though her entire lower half had pulled him in.  Her legs were straddled at his sides, but his entire body was buried inside her slit up to his chest, and her frenzied thrusting was drawing him deeper and deeper into those warm, almost molten depths.

 

Panic suddenly overtook him.  What was he doing?  Why did he get himself into this situation?  He wasn't the type to suddenly accept casual sexual encounters with a strange girl in the woods, without even a word spoken between them.  "Hey," he began, "Wait!"

 

The girl looked down at him again, bucking herself against his whole body.  Leon gulped as half his chest slipped inside of her.  That look in her eyes frightened him.  Hunger.  He frantically tried to pull his arms out, but they were already buried in her too far to move them.  Her belly was bulging with what Leon now realized were his legs.  "Let me go!"  he shouted, fruitlessly.  The girl put her hands on his shoulders and pulled herself against him, burying him up to his neck.  She moaned loudly and Leon couldn't help himself as yet another orgasm shook him.

 

The girl's whole body tightened around him.  He felt as though every inch of his skin was being drawn deeper inside her.  She reached up and cupped her own breasts, her face drawn in orgasmic pleasure.  Leon gasped in panic as his head was pulled inside of her, completely engulfing him in that warm wetness in her belly.

 

After a moment, the now apparently-pregnant girl opened her eye and flopped down in the grass.  She sighed contentedly and rolled onto her back.  The purple firelight played across her stomach, a writhing figure inside pressed against her semi-translucent flesh.

 

The figure of the girl melted and began to re-congeal.  The purple campfire flame leapt from its base and placed itself neatly upon the newly-forming figure's head.  She completed her metamorphosis, and a slightly bloated hovering candlestick with a single yellow eye floated up from the grass.  Litwick made a small smile.  The night sky above her dissipated like smoke, revealing a bright, sunny day.  She flitted off into the darkness of the woods again, leaving a trail of purple sparks.