Saffron City buzzed with life, its gleaming skyscrapers casting long shadows over the busy streets.
Amidst the urban landscape stood the opulent Lumina Grand Hotel, a beacon of luxury and the high classes of Kanto.
The entrance shimmered with gold-trimmed doors, leading into a grand lobby adorned with crystal chandeliers and marble floors.
The scent of fresh jasmine filled the air as soft classical music played in the background.
On the top floor of the Lumina Grand Hotel, hidden behind a gold-engraved door accessible only to the wealthiest guests, lies "Kanto's Specialty," the most luxurious room in the region.
The suite boasted a private pool with a panoramic view of Saffron City's glittering skyline, a fully equipped gym, and a sleek Pokémon battle arena for high-stakes duels. A stocked minibar shimmered with some of the world's finest, but the true allure was the personal maid of the room: Gothitelle.
The Gothitelle stood elegantly, her light pink face and sleek, dark body accentuating her curves concealed by a fitted maid uniform.
Her plain chest contrasted with her shapely hips and a big ass, giving her a striking silhouette.
A frilly apron framed her waist, completing the sophisticated yet alluring look of the dedicated maid.
Silent and elegant, she'd catered to the most eccentric requests, her dark eyes reflecting secrets of the wild indulgences experienced within these lavish walls.
"Yes~~~ Fuck me harder!"
And now, the luxurious room of "Kanto's Specialty" was alive with activity. Inside the large, glass-walled pool on the edge of the room facing into the bustling night sky of Saffron City, a trainer and a Pokemon were enjoying the carnal pleasures of life.
Dune and Helena had traveled to the Kanto region at Dune's request; the excuse he gave was:
"Well, I just wanted to visit another region."
At this point, Kanto would experience multiple events he did not want to lose. Bill's teleport had already failed, giving birth to a human-to-Pokémon transformation machine and Silph. C.O. would be raided by Team Rocket.
The opportunity to slay and take multiple of the Hydra's head was present, and Dune chomped on it as soon as possible.
Steam rose from the heated water, reflecting the city lights of Saffron outside.
Inside the pool, Dune and Helena were locked in a scene of rough passion.
Helena Devon, the heiress to the Devon Corporation, moaned as Dune pressed her naked body against the edge of the pool and rammed inside her with powerful thrusts.
His claws gripped Helena's hips firmly as he thrust into her with raw force, splashing water with every movement.
Helena gasped, her eyes tearing up with each thrust into her, her body bending into his, fully under his control as the intensity built between them.
Across the room, on a plush sofa, Gardevoir casually conversed with the hotel's maid, Gothitelle; the sounds of sex didn't seem to bother them; they were used to this kind of thing by now.
"I've seen some strange things working here," Gothitelle said in a low voice, her expression neutral but her tone lightly amused. "Some guests have... unique tastes."
Gardevoir nodded, leaning back comfortably, her arms crossed under her massive chest. "Helena's no different. She's got her share of quirks, especially with Dune," she replied, her voice calm, almost as if they were discussing something mundane. "They're pretty intense."
Gothitelle glanced toward the pool, where Helena's cries mixed with the sound of splashing water. "No boundaries, huh?" she asked.
As she asked, Dune picked up Helena and put her in a full nelson position, Helena's cries becoming louder.
"Not really," Gardevoir said, smirking slightly.
"I've witnessed their amorous sex more times than I can tell, dear. Dune, that passionate brute, is quite possessive, while sweet Helena simply yields to his whims."
"It's always rough, but she enjoys it."
Gothitelle straightened her maid uniform, her dark eyes glancing back to Gardevoir. "And you? How involved do you get?"
Gardevoir shrugged nonchalantly. "Oh, indeed! Half of the mischief that unfolds is most certainly my doing..."
"Very much; having such a formidable Pokemon as Dune upon our roster stirs something primal within me, you know?"
"I yearn to spread my joy amongst every lass, Pokemon, and trainer of the same sex; does that make me evil?"
"Certainly not"
Gothitelle nodded, her face betraying no surprise. "I've handled stranger Pokemon and trainers than you, guests from here. This place brings out all kinds of behaviors."
Their conversation was casual, unaffected by the increasing noise from the pool.
Helena's moans grew louder, her body trembling as Dune held her firmly. His grunts signaled his own satisfaction as they reached their peak.
Gardevoir and Gothitelle exchanged a brief glance but continued their chat.
This was nothing new for them—just another night serving guests with deep pockets and even deeper desires. To them, this was routine, and they were more than used to the strange dynamics between trainers and their Pokémon in this world of luxury and excess.
Their chat was quickly interrupted by Lopunny, who walked into the room completely naked and held a set of blueprints.
"Sup Suckers, Gardi, I came back with the blueprints you asked me to steal" Lopunny said as she threw the blueprints in Gardevoir's direction, quickly stopping mid-air by her [Psyquic] move.
Lopunny then heard the moans from the pool, "Oh look, They are at it again. Does Dune ever get tired? I left, and they were doing it already."
Gardevoir just left out a loud sight, "Very supar results and question coming from you Lopunny, and may I inquire in why are you naked?"
"I had some fun, you know, the natural state of us Lopunny's is being naked; you and the other clothed Pokemon weirdos are the odd ones in this." Lopunny said, flipping off Gardevoir.
Gardevoir and Lopunny were about to fight when Helena and Dune interrupted them with moans.
Helena lost in a sea of her own pleasure, gasped as she turned her gaze towards Lopunny and Gardevoir.
"Gar~ Gar~Ugh, Gardi~ Lopny~ Ahh~ Join me~!" Helena tried to say between moans but was quickly shut up by Dune, who began kissing her; due to the absence of lips in Dune, he kissed Helena, making his tongue invade hers.
With a knowing smile, Gardevoir discarded her elegant dress, letting it pool at her feet; Gothitelle just sighed and stood up from the sofa, standing beside it as she always did during the client's shenanigans.
The shimmering water reflected Gardevoir's graceful curves as she approached the pool, her massive chest and well built ass made her siluette one to die for.
Meanwhile, Lopunny, always one for theatrics, pulled out a sleek tube of black lipstick out of Helenas' handbag.
"Let's add a little flair to this party," she grinned, expertly applying the bold color to her lips before leaning over to adorn Gardevoir's mouth.
Once their playful foreplay was complete, they entered the pool, the warm water cascading over their bodies like a silky embrace.
Dune's predatory gaze followed them as they approached, a mix of excitement and anticipation coursing through them as they both felt Dune devouring them with his eyes.
With synchronized movements, Gardevoir and Lopunny lowered themselves into the water, their soft giggles mixing with Helena's fervent moans.
As Helena was lifted high in the air, Lopunny began kissing Dune's sensitive balls, Lopunny's lips brushing against his skin with teasing gentleness.
At the same time, Gardevoir trailed her fingers along Helena's thigh, guiding them toward her pussy.
As they began to stimulate her clitoris, Helena writhed with pleasure, her moans growing louder, echoing off the walls of the luxurious suite.
As the climax built within him, Dune gripped Helena tightly, Lopunny felt as Dune's ball started to trove, and she quickly began to suck on them, as if it was a sweet fruit.
With a final, powerful thrust, Dune released large amounts of his seed inside Helena, the warm waves of pure pleasure crashing over both of them.
The sensation was overwhelming, and as he filled her completely, the excess semen overflowed, cascading down and splattering against Gardevoir and Lopunny.
Gardevoir's dark eyes widened momentarily before she burst into laughter, the warm liquid painting her face in glistening streaks. "Well, It seems Master Dune was pent up..." she teased, wiping some off her cheek with a playful grin.
Lopunny, equally amused, playfully flicked her ears back and rolled her eyes. "You two are insatiable!" she giggled, licking a stray drop off her lips. "But I can't say I mind the show."
Helena, still catching her breath, leaned back against Dune, her body trembling with aftershocks of pleasure.
Still basking in the afterglow of her intense orgasm, Helena's mind raced with pleasure.
Her cheeks flushed with a mix of pleasure and mischief as she glanced at Gothitelle, who remained elegantly standing at the edge of the poll.
"Gothitelle, please, dear, take a picture of us; this moment deserves to be immortalized~" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of excitement and breathlessness.
"The first night in Kanto and I feel in heaven~" Helena muttered, Dune still inside her.
Dune held Helena firmly in the Full Nelson position; as her body remained responsive to his every touch; she felt as if Dune's cock was burning inside her, while he felt as if Helena's inside wished for him to never leave.
Below them, Gardevoir and Lopunny, lost in their own pleasures while teasing Dune, were at his feet, eagerly kissing, sucking, and giving attention to his sensitive balls, now adorned with bold black kiss marks.
Gothitelle tilted her head, a hint of amusement in her dark eyes. With a swift flick of her wrist, she summoned a small device, capturing the scene before her.
The camera clicked, freezing the moment in time as the sound of flesh against flesh, kissing, moans, and the warm glow of the room filled the air around them.
"Perfect!" Helena giggled, feeling empowered by the display of their wild connection.
She could hardly contain her joy, reveling in the luxurious absurdity of it all.
Gothitelle nodded with a satisfied smirk as she reviewed the photo. "This will certainly be one of the weirdest guests," she said, her voice low, with a slight blush on her pink face.