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("You" and Nemona are above 18 years old: I repeat, you two are ABOVE 18 YEARS OLD.)

It was a nice relaxing day in the Paldean wilderness.

You were eyeing a flock of Rokidee, one of which was a desirable shiny. Licking your lips, you reach into your bag- ready to add one more new friend to your team.

"Hi! Wanna battle?!"

Like an unwanted Wigglet, Nemona materializes next to you: and your subsequent shout sends all the birds flying into the sky. Her eager smile belies your building irritation, for this girl had been following you around for hours. And she was not doing a good job at staying hidden. To be fair, as a psychic type trainer, your mind was sharper than most people.

More than a bit upset, yet still as cold as always, you manage to politely decline- only for Nemona to pull out the Fidough eyes in an attempt to woo you back. You briefly consider telling her no and riding away, but then an idea comes to you. A single nod makes her eyes light up, and the girl reaches back into her backpack for her first Pokemon- only for you to reveal yours first.

"A Hypno?" Nemona looks puzzled. "Is this a new member of your team? I've never seen you use one before..."

You tell her to remain calm, and to drop the ball.

"Drop the ball? What are you talking about?" Nemona's perpetual energy gives away to brief confusion as your partner begins to swing their pendulum back and forth. It's rhythmic motion is layered above the Pokemon's chanting.

"W-wait... What?" Nemona asks, confused. "Why- who..."

You shush her. The girl blubbers uselessly, her lips parting and closing alluringly.

"Hypno. Hypno." After a nod from you, the Pokemon sends it's technique towards her. Psychic waves begin to slowly diffuse into Nemona's mind, and she is too slow to even realize the hypnosis until it is too late. Her body slackens, the girl letting her backpack fall to the grass. She kneels as her legs become about as consistent as gelatin- her arms laying limply at her sides.

You repeat your command.

Nemona's hand releases it's grip on the Pokeball, and with your foot you roll it into the grass. Cupping Nemona's chin into your hands, you tilt her head upwards- revealing glazed brown eyes. You found her pretty like this, vacant and empty with no hint of her former self.

You ask her why she follows you around.

"...."

"I-I like you...." She chirps, smiling and blushing more than a little bit. Somehow, you also find yourself blushing. Nemona was cute, and she was definitely a good friend slash rival if not a bit demanding at times. Your Hypno nudges you with his elbow, chuckling conspiratorially. "Very... much..."

You tell her that the feeling is mutual- but that she could be free to do whatever she wanted. Something grows had within your pants as you toy with her mind.

"No restraint...."

"Yes..." She parrots. "I can... do whatever I want..."

Her hand slowly moves up, pulling up her shirt to reveal a pair of busty melons within her chest. You turn a darker shade when you realize Nemona never wore bras around you, her nipples harder than a Sudowoodo.

"I want... you... to enjoy my body..."

The forests suddenly goes quiet. You turn to see your Hypno leave the pendulum swinging back and forth in the air with a little telekinesis, and leave into the bushes. But not before clapping you on the back, nodding in approval. You feel even redder somehow.

You allow her to do so. Nemona nods sleepily, yet you can still see a hint of excitement as she begins to suck on your throbbing rod. Her lips are soft, wrapping around your little friend perfectly. As you use Harden, Nemona's hand finds a space- moving slowly up and down. Clearly, she had fantasized this exact scenario dozens of times. Nemona moves with precision, yet with the primal gusto of a woman in love.

You bite back a moan as she takes it deeper, eager to please her new master.

By now, who cared about the birds?

<>

And that's that story done!

I don't play the new Pokemon games, but I could not resist doing a piece on Nemona herself- even if some of the other waifus (cough cough Miriam cough cough Trainer's Mom) are a bit more to my liking. Regardless, she's cute - and I think that this piece by Fu_MiHi_Ko fits the stories I like to make.

Part 1: You're on It!

Part 2: www.deviantart.com/dummyaccoun…
Part 3: (UPCOMING)
Part 4: (UPCOMING)
UPDATE: Spelling.

Artist: Fu_MiHi_Ko
Link: twitter.com/Fu_MiHi_Ko/status/…

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("You" and Nemona are above 18 years old: I repeat, you two are ABOVE 18 YEARS OLD.)

It was a nice relaxing day in the Paldean wilderness.

You were eyeing a flock of Rokidee, one of which was a desirable shiny. Licking your lips, you reach into your bag- ready to add one more new friend to your team.

"Hi! Wanna battle?!"

Like an unwanted Wigglet, Nemona materializes next to you: and your subsequent shout sends all the birds flying into the sky. Her eager smile belies your building irritation, for this girl had been following you around for hours. And she was not doing a good job at staying hidden. To be fair, as a psychic type trainer, your mind was sharper than most people.

More than a bit upset, yet still as cold as always, you manage to politely decline- only for Nemona to pull out the Fidough eyes in an attempt to woo you back. You briefly consider telling her no and riding away, but then an idea comes to you. A single nod makes her eyes light up, and the girl reaches back into her backpack for her first Pokemon- only for you to reveal yours first.

"A Hypno?" Nemona looks puzzled. "Is this a new member of your team? I've never seen you use one before..."

You tell her to remain calm, and to drop the ball.

"Drop the ball? What are you talking about?" Nemona's perpetual energy gives away to brief confusion as your partner begins to swing their pendulum back and forth. It's rhythmic motion is layered above the Pokemon's chanting.

"W-wait... What?" Nemona asks, confused. "Why- who..."

You shush her. The girl blubbers uselessly, her lips parting and closing alluringly.

"Hypno. Hypno." After a nod from you, the Pokemon sends it's technique towards her. Psychic waves begin to slowly diffuse into Nemona's mind, and she is too slow to even realize the hypnosis until it is too late. Her body slackens, the girl letting her backpack fall to the grass. She kneels as her legs become about as consistent as gelatin- her arms laying limply at her sides.

You repeat your command.

Nemona's hand releases it's grip on the Pokeball, and with your foot you roll it into the grass. Cupping Nemona's chin into your hands, you tilt her head upwards- revealing glazed brown eyes. You found her pretty like this, vacant and empty with no hint of her former self.

You ask her why she follows you around.

"...."

"I-I like you...." She chirps, smiling and blushing more than a little bit. Somehow, you also find yourself blushing. Nemona was cute, and she was definitely a good friend slash rival if not a bit demanding at times. Your Hypno nudges you with his elbow, chuckling conspiratorially. "Very... much..."

You tell her that the feeling is mutual- but that she could be free to do whatever she wanted. Something grows had within your pants as you toy with her mind.

"No restraint...."

"Yes..." She parrots. "I can... do whatever I want..."

Her hand slowly moves up, pulling up her shirt to reveal a pair of busty melons within her chest. You turn a darker shade when you realize Nemona never wore bras around you, her nipples harder than a Sudowoodo.

"I want... you... to enjoy my body..."

The forests suddenly goes quiet. You turn to see your Hypno leave the pendulum swinging back and forth in the air with a little telekinesis, and leave into the bushes. But not before clapping you on the back, nodding in approval. You feel even redder somehow.

You allow her to do so. Nemona nods sleepily, yet you can still see a hint of excitement as she begins to suck on your throbbing rod. Her lips are soft, wrapping around your little friend perfectly. As you use Harden, Nemona's hand finds a space- moving slowly up and down. Clearly, she had fantasized this exact scenario dozens of times. Nemona moves with precision, yet with the primal gusto of a woman in love.

You bite back a moan as she takes it deeper, eager to please her new master.

By now, who cared about the birds?

<>

And that's that story done!

I don't play the new Pokemon games, but I could not resist doing a piece on Nemona herself- even if some of the other waifus (cough cough Miriam cough cough Trainer's Mom) are a bit more to my liking. Regardless, she's cute - and I think that this piece by Fu_MiHi_Ko fits the stories I like to make.

Part 1: You're on It!

Part 2: www.deviantart.com/dummyaccoun…
Part 3: (UPCOMING)
Part 4: (UPCOMING)
UPDATE: Spelling.

Artist: Fu_MiHi_Ko
Link: twitter.com/Fu_MiHi_Ko/status/…