Snorlaxin’ ( LTVB Side Story - Isla)

While I'm in a field here is some side story to tide you over. Enjoy!

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“Can I just have a small bite?"

Isla laughed as she shook the pan, spreading the oil over the hashbrowns and bacon. She only wore an apron, so she was careful not to splash any. She might be heat resistant, but that didn't mean she enjoyed the sensation. It was hard to control, and a giant blue-furred menace slumped over her back, grumbling with hunger as she heard the meat and potatoes sizzling.

"I don't think you've ever taken a small bite," Isla said, bumping her head back against her partner's chest. There was a lot to sink into; a woman could get lost there, but the two had learned how to make their bodies fit together over the years. "Let me finish it, it's worth the wait."

"Just a little nibble," Pepper mumbled, "A tiny taste. My beautiful and talented wife is getting so good at cooking that I can't help but want some of it."

Isla smiled, leaning back to bump Pepper with her hip. Though she only reached Pepper's thighs, which were plump enough to get lost in, Isla still had enough mass to move the Snorlax back a step. A lot of good meals and loving inheritance had given Isla downright ludicrous curves. While she wasn't fat, she wouldn't ever claim to be trim either. She'd become a cuddle beast like Pepper, something the girls at work abused terribly when it got to the colder seasons.

"I wish I was half as good at cooking as you are at lying about my talents. Before I met you, I couldn't even fry an egg," Isla laughed. "I'm a terrible cook."

"I'm the restaurant critic," Pepper said softly, her head resting on Isla's shoulder. Her long, shaggy blue hair cascaded down over Isla's apron, one of her fuzzy blue cat ears wiggling against the side of her head. "And I say there's no place I'd rather eat than here. You can't argue with an expert."

"You're so full of it," Isla teased, giving her partner a soft elbow as she bent her head to kiss Pepper's cheek. "You get people to pay you to use Recycle with big meals. You always love their food."

"It's always good food." Pepper shrugged and gave Isla's butt a nice squeeze. "I am cursed to be surrounded by talented chefs."

"So terrible for you." Isla giggled, slapping playfully at the hand. "I'd cook quicker if you weren't pawing at me so much!"

"Pawing, huh?" Pepper chuckled, a broad, silly smile growing on her lips. Isla felt the soft warmth of her partner's arms as they wrapped around her stomach. The fingers of one clawed hand traced lines on her belly while the other cupped a plush breast, squeezing it under the apron. "Food tastes better when cooked with love. I'd rather your best than your quickest. Every time."

Isla bit her bottom lip, trying to hold back a little shake of pleasure as Pepper kneaded her flesh. Her thumb traced little circles around Isla's nipple, the Snorlax's claw leaving a ticklish trail across her skin.

"Pepper..."

"What?" Pepper asked, the Snorlax's hot breath puffing over Isla's neck. Her long tongue licked up the side of her wife’s cheek, and Isla giggled.

"You're impossible!" Isla laughed, reaching back and poking Pepper's stomach. She got a deep chuckle in response as her fingers sank into her wife’s plushy midriff. Pepper's hands were a lot more precise, one continuing to play with her breasts while the other drifted down between her thighs.

"I'm insatiable," Pepper growled, kissing Isla's neck as her fingers slid across her clit. "But you feed my bottomless hunger so well."

Isla gasped, her toes curling into the kitchen floor. She gripped the handle of the pan tightly, her hips shifting as she tried to focus on the cooking and not on the Snorlax groping her from behind. She let out a soft groan as Pepper's thick fingers spread her lips apart.

"Don't you dare," Isla said, looking to the side to glare at Pepper. Her eyes widened as the Snorlax's big sea-green eyes filled her view. A rare glimpse of them, when she usually had the near closed in sleepy contentment. Pepper's lips met hers, stealing her away into a hungry kiss. Isla could feel the heat rising inside her as the kiss continued, her body melting into the embrace as Pepper's fingers worked their magic.

Isla was almost ready to give in but didn't want to ruin breakfast. She didn't get another chance to cook for Pepper as often as she would like, and she wanted her wife to have a lovely morning.

Isla reached up, grabbing a handful of Pepper's shaggy blue hair. She lightly but insistently yanked her away, holding the Snorlax back by her mane as Pepper let out a deep and disappointed moan.

"No snacking before breakfast," Isla said with a sultry smile. Pepper was sometimes a little hard to control with her appetites, but they were so earnest that it was impossible to be angry at her. She held the pan aloft, the contents sizzling. "I'm going to make the rolls now. Grab a seat. It's time to eat."

"All I want to eat is you," Pepper growled.

Isla blushed deeply, the heat in her cheeks threatening to rival the warmth coming from the stove. "Breakfast first. You'll have time for seconds after that. Go sit down!"

Pepper gave a low, disappointed grunt and kissed the top of Isla's head before walking back to the table and dropping into her padded chair. Everything in their house was oversized and made to be almost unbreakable. Guests always made jokes about how it was a house for clumsy giants. A bit of an unfair joke, they were only clumsy when they got carried away.

Which was, admittedly, quite often.

"That's better," Isla said as she took the tops off the Tiger Rolls, which she had already buttered. With a pair of tongs, she took the bacon and hashbrowns out of the pan and made up a whole stack of rolls, dropping a slice of cheese over each one. The butter melted quickly, and the crispy bacon and potato scent filled the room. Isla licked her lips as she placed the last roll on a plate and put the pan in the sink to be cleaned.

"Says she can't cook, but that smells divine," Pepper mumbled as she watched Isla carry the plate to the table. She grabbed Isla's hands as she tried to set the plate down, lifted it to her button nose, and took a deep breath. "Heavenly. Thank you so much, babe."

Isla sat beside her and leaned against her, snuggling close as Pepper picked up a roll and took a large bite. Isla had always found watching her eat endearing. She just loved seeing Pepper happy and satisfied. But when she was the one who'd cooked that food? Then, it was a thousand times better for both of them. She could feel Pepper's happiness radiating off of her.

"Good?" Isla asked, looking up at her. She knew the answer but wanted to hear her say it so badly. "They're a bit messy for breakfast rolls, but I think I'm getting good at them. We need to get more Brown Sauce. I think it goes well with the hashbrowns."

Pepper nodded, a goofy grin on her face as she chewed. Once she swallowed, she leaned in and kissed Isla's forehead.

"They're as wonderful as you are," Pepper purred, and Isla hugged around her fuzzy white and blue-furred stomach. The gentle vibration added to the softness and made the hug so soothing that it was hard not to melt into her. "And if you think it can be better, I trust you completely."

"Good," Isla said, feeling warm and fuzzy as Pepper stuffed her face. "I love getting to work from home. Taking care of you makes me happy. "

Pepper smiled down at her and offered her a bite of her breakfast sandwich. Isla opened her mouth and took a nibble, licking a stray bit of grease off Pepper's fingers. They sat like that, curled up in the early morning light as they fed each other until the plate was empty.

Isla looked up at the clock and sighed. "I want to lay here forever, but I have to sign in for work. Take me to my laptop."

"Stay a little longer," Pepper said, nuzzling against Isla's hair. "You work too hard. Enjoy a lazy morning. Sleep off all that grease on my stomach. You can cuddle up your head to my chest. You know I'm the best for that."

"Evil temptress," Isla chuckled as she slumped over Pepper, letting the Snorlax cuddle up to her. She didn't want the morning to end either; she wasn't naturally lazy, but a lazy morning was always so tempting. Just the two of them cuddling up in the early sun and relaxing with one another,

"We can't do this forever, but I can stay a few minutes longer," Isla said, kissing Pepper's fluffy forearm. "And no more!"

The Snorlax rumbled happily and leaned back in her chair, pulling Isla over her like a blanket. Her cat ears wiggled happily as she trailed her claws along Isla's back. Her claws weren't actually as sharp as a cat's. They were certainly firm, but they had a slight sponginess that made them delightful to scrape along Isla's skin. The purr was all cat, and Isla loved getting a full-body rumble for her woman so much she didn't even call out how she was nervously watching the clock to see how long she could get away with.

"I love you," Pepper said softly, stroking Isla's hair. "I could cuddle you forever."

"I love you too," Isla smiled, turning to press her face fully into one of Pepper's massive breasts and give it a big kiss. "And you'd get hungry. I've seen you eat pizza while fucking the delivery girl."

"Hey! I wait until she can't think straight first." Pepper huffs, "I'm not a monster. I take care of all my delivery ladies."

"They all love you for sure," Isla grins, "But I have to work to pay for your big tips."

"I can give them a big tip all on my own," Pepper growled mischievously. "Want to see?"

"Laptop." Isla sucked in a breath and blew a raspberry against Pepper's chest. "Right now, missy! You're not fucking me brainless today."

"You say that every day," Pepper purred, nuzzling Isla's head and rubbing her cheek against the top of her head. "But I always get my fill."

It really wasn't fair. Pepper's appetite was endless, and Isla wanted to feed it so badly. Many people thought Snorlax were sleepy creatures, but Isla knew her big fuzzy blue cat wife was anything but. They slept because they couldn't help but want to indulge while awake. In food, sex, or blissful cuddles, they were an endless font of attentive affection. It got a little overwhelming at times; she could lose days in a comfy, endless bliss if she didn't have some resolve.

Compromise had to be made too. A truly hungry Snorlax was an impossible thing to deal with.

"You can be my office seat, but you have to behave. No embarrassing me in front of Beau."

"Beau adores us both. She loves all her success stories." Pepper grinned as she picked Isla up and took her out of the kitchen. Their house was cozy, with many soft but sturdy furnishings for Pepper to use when they had visitors over. Pretty much every food delivery girl in Wyndon had spent some time with their face buried in one of their massive couches, drizzled with scented lube as Pepper smushed them so deep into the sofa cushions they were in danger of being lost in there.

They were partly responsible for every business doubling up on drivers. Young adults were extremely eager for the job. It was amazing that any food got delivered in this city, especially after the rumor that the Legendary Bird Trio had finally worked out how to order takeout.

"Beau adoring us isn't the point," Isla said, trying to look cross with Pepper but failing miserably. "We're going to go over matches today. I have to think about who'll suit them, and you'll be right behind me, being sexy and very distracting."

"So, no change from usual?"

Isla laughed and poked her in the cheek, making the Snorlax's ears wiggle happily. She settled on the sofa, putting Isla across her thighs and reaching past her to grab the laptop. It was a real press being folded like that, squashed between Pepper's huge chest and thick thighs, and Pepper deliberately played up. Play acting at being unable to reach the laptop, enjoying Isla's squirming more than she needed to.

"I'm not a plushie!" Isla laughed and drummed on Pepper's thighs for release. "I have bones! No squish!"

"You have squish." Pepper smiled, pawing at Isla's side and cupping her breasts. "Beautiful, glorious squish. I adore how soft you are and all your lovely curves."

Isla sighed and rested her head against Pepper's shoulder. The Snorlax hugs were addictive. Her body heat was so relaxing, and her soft body made it hard to resist dozing off. It was the best, and it was the worst. The way Pepper's fur danced over her skin was delightful. When Isla sat in her lap, wrapped up in her big, strong arms, she felt shielded from the whole world, perfectly at peace.

It was easy to get lost.

Isla took a deep breath, the scent of the morning's bacon and cheese still heavy on their skin. She licked her lips and cracked open her laptop, singing into work and spinning a call off to her work partner.

Beau was a Pokémon, so she didn't have to sleep, and knowing her, she'd been excitedly waiting for Isla to get on all morning. The call was snapped up in seconds, and a giant blue eye filled the laptop monitor.

"Isla! Darling, how was your weekend? Did you have a cozy time staying in? Maybe a romantic trip to the park? Did you take your beautiful blue beauty to any nice restaurants?"

Isla had to laugh. Beau's obsession with everyone's love life was relentless. It'd been embarrassing at first when Isla didn't have any good stories for her, but she'd come to learn all Beau cared about was that the fires of romance were still lit.

"I'm going to take Pepper to a spa this weekend. We just had a few nights in for this one. Cuddling and catching up on TV. I made her breakfast sandwiches this morning."

"Oho! A wife who can cook. Truly a prize to be treasured," the giant eye on the screen said. "You're so lucky, Pepper, to have found such a perfect match."

"That's what I've been saying! Isla refuses to believe she isn't a star chef." Pepper called out, trying to duck to fit into the camera. Only her chin made it, which meant both Pokémon were barely on-screen. Isla was used to it. There was something about technology that many of them just couldn't quite grasp.

"Well, if my lovely wife insists on being in my meeting, I'm going to show her off properly," Isla laughed, pinching Snorlax's cheek and tugging her down into the shot with her. "Beau, can you back up? Your face is way too close to the camera again."

"Ah! Sorry, they built this shelf way too close to the water." Beau huffed, and there was a clicking sound as she adjusted something. The camera drew back as she pushed the laptop away, finally letting them see her in all her pink glory.

Isla was incredibly jealous of Beau's hair. The Luvdisc's hair was pink, of course, but it was also an incredible work of art. Two large pigtails flowed down her back and split into separate flowing hair ribbons. As if this wasn't showy enough, she had plenty of her long, flowing pink hair loose, framing her heart-shaped face, brilliant smile, rosy cheeks, and gorgeous blue eyes.

Almost the opposite of Pepper, Beau was a very slim woman, and her wet skin was utterly unblemished. Isla knew it was even softer than it looked. Beau never wore clothes if she could help it, and that meant Isla and Pepper got to admire her small but pert breasts and the slight swell of her hips that just begged to be squeezed.

Unlike most Water Pokémon, Luvdisc's didn't have legs but a long fishtail, so Beau's laptop had to be balanced over the edge of the moonpool that led into Beau's house. She lived entirely underwater most of the time, only popping up to tease the humans and conference call. Which was most of her day because all Luvdiscs had an obsession with pairing off humans with Pokémon, and Beau had funneled this love into running a matchmaking business, helping pair up people struggling to find 'The one.'

It was how Isla and Pepper had met, and Beau was endlessly proud of it. Then, Isla had helped Beau turn her incredibly outdated Poké-dex call business into a properly online matchmaking empire. Beau loved it so much that she'd asked Isla to be her business partner, and now they were taking the dating world by storm.

If she could ever get Beau to do any work.

"Do I look good, darlings?" Beau smiled, her tail splashing the water behind her. "Do you want to get some seafood after this call? I've not seen you both for a long while."

"Beau!" Isla laughed, "Much as we'd love to splash your water, we have work to do. Are we really so attractive we can distract you from matchmaking?"

"You are both breathtaking," Beau said with such sincerity Pepper actually blushed. "My first success story will always be dear to my heart. I still remember the wedding! It was fabulous."

"The buffet was amazing," Pepper purred. As much as she wanted to focus, the memory of that buffet was so potent that Isla felt herself salivating, too. "I dream about those stuffed mushrooms."

"My first act of wife love was not being annoyed at you for eating all the shrimp." Isla chuckled, patting Pepper's hand. "No more distractions. Beau, are we good for a pitch meeting? You said you have a lot of customers to handle."

"I have a selection of Pokémon that will inspire you," Beau said, "Oh, you're going to love this."

Isla felt her skin prickle. What Beau thought was inspiring could only mean one thing.

"Do you remember Stella?"

Oh no.

"Of course, I remember Stella; you tried to set me up with her the first time I met you. We both remember how that went."

Pepper had settled back contently behind Isla, but she cracked open one eye, "You dated before me?"

"A little," Isla gulped.

"A lot!" Beau smiled. "Isla was a frequent customer of mine until she met you. We tried out all sorts of matchups for her. She was a real trooper, holding out for love until we found the perfect one."

"Which is me," Pepper said proudly, "Does that mean I'm hotter than all of these?"

"I wouldn't say that! It's very cruel to all of them," Beau smiled. “But you can think it! I've gathered up all of Isla's old dates who signed up with us, and we will go through them today."

A parade of failed dates in front of her wife. Great. Perfect. Super. Isla sunk back into Pepper's belly with a groan. There was no getting out of it. This was her job. Even if Beau was absolutely doing this for her own malicious glee.

"Do we have to do Stella first? She was not the best fit."

"You said you enjoyed your time with her!" Beau said, "You have valuable insight into her meaty mind."

"I enjoyed it, but there were problems from the start."

"Story, story." Pepper chanted behind her, "Tell it! I want to hear about young Isla finding her match."

"Okay! Okay." Isla patted Pepper's belly until she calmed down. "We can do a story, but ugh. Stella. Where even to begin?"

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Isla felt underdressed.

Signing up for a dating service had been something she'd done on a whim. Isla hadn't expected it to go anywhere, so she'd been surprised when she got a call back almost immediately from an excitable-sounding Luvdisc who said she'd got the perfect fit for Isla and that she could meet them that very night.

That was why she was now in her best black dress, sitting nervously at a table covered in immaculate white cloth and staring at a wine list whose prices were so wildly out of her range that they made her feel ill. She wasn't sure she could order a glass of water without bankrupting herself and foolishly asked for a glass of house red while she waited. Everyone else had glitzy dresses and looked like they'd stepped out of a heavenly dream. She'd barely managed to get her brown hair to stop eating her combs; the only thing sparkling was her skin from all the nervous sweat.

The glasses were so perfectly clean Isla could see her reflection in them. She didn’t suit this fancy place, she was a plain woman. Not ugly, she knew she had a kind of homely girl next door look. People called her cute, her brown hair always a little scruffy and a bit unruly no matter how much she tried to tame it. Her green eyes, though bright, didn’t stand out the way some womens did. In a crowd photo, she’d have blended in, always a background character. She tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear and sighed, glancing around the dimly lit restaurant. The chandeliers above sparkled like stars, casting a golden glow over the elegant patrons dressed in tailored suits and designer dresses.

Isla felt out of place, like a puzzle piece forced into the wrong set. She tugged at the hem of her simple black dress, a far cry from the sleek gowns around her. Why had she agreed to this? She felt cheap and even worse, she felt cheap alone. Her date was five minutes late. Isla was already considering how to escape without washing dishes for the rest of her life to pay off the glass of red wine she was nursing. If she were going to jail for this, she would enjoy it. Isla put her nose in the glass, taking in the bouquet with a slow, deliberate inhalation. She let the fragrant essence linger before taking a delicate sip, allowing the wine to wash over her tongue. The taste was velvety smooth, ripe plum and blackcurrant with a touch of vanilla. It was good fucking wine, and Isla would have loved it if it'd not cost more than she made in a month.

She heard footsteps approaching and closed her eyes. The waiter was going to execute her when they saw her empty wallet. She could enjoy this moment.

"Isla? Oh, you are adorable. That's simply purr-fect."

The velvety voice made her jump. Isla choked on her wine, coughing, and sputtering, the red liquid splattering the pristine white tablecloth. Could it get worse?

It sure could! Isla stared up at the most intimidating woman she'd ever seen.

She was dressed in a stunning purple gown, the shimmering fabric clinging tightly to a body that could benchpress the entire restaurant. The mix of elegance and terrifying raw strength dug up something deep from Isla's subconscious, a primal feeling of terror mixed with an intense desire to be held down and just used.

The Pokémon was a Purugly, but she was a far stretch from what her name implied. Her huge purple-furred ears were swept back, the ends breaking apart into elegant tufts. She had a round face and purple eyeshadow, enhancing her piercing golden stare as she looked down her perfect nose at Isla.

She made Isla feel like dirt, and in a weird way, that made her feel better. It was okay if she was a messy disaster in front of a woman like this. It's not like she could ever match up.

"Are you alright?" the Puruguly said, with only a hint of concern on her face. "That looked messy."

"You surprised me," Isla gulped. "Sorry, I wasn't expecting someone so gorgeous."

The compliment was clumsy and felt wrong, but the woman's smirk seemed to suggest she liked the flattery.

"It's nice to know I haven't lost my touch. You look beautiful, too, my dear. Beau was right. I think I could enjoy looking after you." she leaned on the table with one arm, and it creaked under her weight. Ilsa was forced to look up at the broadest shoulders she'd ever seen. Arceus! She looked like she could fold steel in half. Isla had never felt so small. "I'm Stella, and I've been looking forward to this evening. Sorry for being late. My first Taxi didn't have doors big enough for me to fit in."

"I'd have waited longer for you." Isla gulped, "You look amazing."

"Flatterer," Stella chuckled, a coiled grey cat's tail wagging happily behind her."So, what's a sweet little thing like you doing signing up for a matchmaking service? I'd imagine the Pokémon would be all over you."

"I don't get out much," Isla blushed. I'm a coder, used to holing up in my room and working on projects. I've been pushing to get out more."

"Aww, a lonely girl. How precious." Stella smiled, her hand stroking Isla's face. It was the lightest touch, but it made her whole body tingle. The grey fur on the back of the hand tickled her cheek as Stella pulled her face close. "Let me help you get out more. You can take me to the best restaurants, and I'll ensure you have unforgettable nights."

"That sounds great." Isla blushed, "I'm not usually going to places this fancy."

"You're fine," Stella chuckled, "You're my date, and I'll look after you."

Stella's tail coiled around her arm, and Isla was sure she could feel its impossible strength. Everything about Stella screamed of power, and the thought made her blush and her heart flutter. Isla could see herself being carried away by the sheer force of Stella's personality, which greatly scared and excited her.

"Your chairs a little wet with wine. Come on. Sit in my lap and I'll clean you up. A jewel deserves to shine."

"Thank you," Isla mumbled as the tail dragged her to her feet.

There was just no fighting it. Isla felt slightly ridiculous as Stella took a seat and scooped up Isla onto her thighs. Isla wasn't the fittest woman in the world, and here she was in the lap of a Purguly who was making her overpowering strength look effortlessly elegant.

"There we go, let me look after you."

"Thank you," Isla squeaked. The second Stella had her on her lap, her dress was hiked up, and Isla was suddenly acutely aware of how soft Stella's fur was against the back of her legs. "So, what's the story behind you joining a dating service, Stella? You seem like you could have anyone you wanted."

"I could. But I owed Beau a favor," Stella purred. She held the menu for them both, her other arm wrapped around Isla's waist, keeping her secure and pressed against her warm body. "And said she had someone who needed to be shown a good time. So I'm here to ensure a pretty woman has a night to remember."

Isla blushed and hid her face in her menu, and Stella's low chuckle rumbled against Isla's back.

"I like how shy you are," Stella's nose brushed Isla's ear. The tip of her tail curled up Isla's arm and stroked the back of her neck, tickling her skin and sending a shiver down her spine. "I'm going to find out what it takes to make you scream."

Oh fuck, Isla couldn't even reply to that. Her mouth wasn't working. The way Stella's lips nibbled at her ear, the warmth of her breath, and the intensity of her words. All Isla could do was shiver in Stella's lap and hope her face wasn't too red.

"Good evening. Are you ready to order?"

The waitress didn't even blink as they approached. They were a slim, dark-haired woman with a perfectly neutral expression and a voice that seemed utterly disinterested in their activities.

"The lady will have the mushroom risotto," Stella said, and Isla found herself nodding along, "And I'll have the steak. Medium rare, with the truffle oil and mash. Make it a large portion. She's going to share some."

"Excellent, ma'am. Wine?"

Isla was relieved she wasn't going to have to order. She wouldn't even know where to start. Half the things on the menu were things she'd never heard of before. This place was far too fancy for her. Still, it was hard to feel about it when Stella's hand gripped her thigh tightly and squeezed it so firmly it was making her gasp. She was just so effortlessly strong! Isla's body just melted in response, her brain screaming to curl in and be a good girl for her lioness.

She completely missed the wine talk and only snapped out of it when the waitress bobbed a quick bow. "I'll have the food brought out shortly."

"Thank you. Take all the time you need." Stella's voice was low and firm. She smiled at the waitress and revealed a pair of feline fangs that looked like they'd have no problem tearing through that steak she'd ordered. They were made to tear into flesh.

The thought made Isla's heart leap, and she couldn't help but gulp. Stella was a predator. There was no doubt about it.

"What's the matter, my darling?" Stella's lips pressed against her ear. "Are you intimidated by me? Don't worry. I won't hurt you unless you ask."

Fuck, if that didn't put shivers in Isla's spine.

"I've never done anything like this," Isla groaned, her throat feeling sticky. She squirmed in Stella's lap, and her legs shifted, rubbing her soft skin against Stella's squeezing fingers.

"I can tell," Stella purred, and her hand slid up Isla's leg, caressing her soft skin until she was rubbing her panties slowly and deliberately. "You're a good girl, aren't you? I can't imagine you've ever done anything like this. But you don't need to worry. Just let me take control and relax. I'll take care of everything."

"Relax?" Isla gulped. Stella's words scrambled her thoughts. It was so tempting to dive in and let Stella take charge. "It's a Little hard to relax right now."

Stella's hand gripped her chin, turning her head back so their eyes met over the swell of Stella's massive bust. A golden glow was in her gaze as she stared down at Isla, making her limbs stiff.

"Close your eyes and focus on my voice, and I'll guide you. Do you trust me, my little pet?"

"Pet?" Isla's breath caught in her throat, but she was already nodding.

"That's right. Good girls get petted."

Stella's voice was low and sultry, like a velvet cord wrapped around Isla's mind, dragging her deeper into her embrace.

"I want to be petted," Isla sighed. Her mind was already surrendering to the larger woman, her muscles going slack as Stella's strong arms cradled her.

"That's a good girl. Listen to me." Her voice was hypnotic. Isla sank back into her, her eyelids drooping. Now, relax."

"Relax," Isla parroted, her body easing against the bigger woman.

"That's right. Focus on my voice, my fingers stroking your skin, the sound of my heartbeat, and the rise and fall of my chest."

"I'm relaxed," Isla murmured, "This is nice."

"Good girl."

Stella's fingers stroked her chin, and her voice flowed through Isla, blurring the voices around them to an unintelligible background din.

"This is your night pet. If you're uncomfortable with anything, say. I'll put you back in your seat," Stella said softly, "But if you're happy and comfortable, then you can relax and let me make you feel good."

Isla sighed happily. She trusted the big woman. As overpowering as her presence was, to the point it had to be Move assisted, she was still letting Isla be in control. She had no doubt if she even hinted she wasn't enjoying this, then Stella would put her back in her seat, share a meal and wine, and then take her home as the perfect gentlewoman.

But right here? Right now? She was happy for Stella to have her fun.

"I'm comfy." Isla smiled, "Make me feel good, Stella."

"Good girl," Stella purred. Her hands slid up Isla's legs, spreading them wider and making her moan softly as the Purugly's fingers stroked the outside of her panties. The silky material rubbed against her lips, and Isla's heart raced. This was so shameless in such a fancy place! What would everyone think?

"Focus on my voice," Stella whispered, "This night is just for you and me. Nobody else matters. Let go of everything else."

"Just us."

"That's right."

Stella's voice was honey in her ears, and Isla sighed happily as Isla's fingers stroked and rubbed. Isla's breath hitched when Stella finally found a finger past the fabric, and her fingernails dug into the back of Stella's muscled arms.

"You're already wet, and I was going to have fun ordering you to flood those panties." Stella purred, her fingers pressed past Isla's panties. Stella's middle finger stroked the line between Isla's pussy lips. "I'm flattered. Do you know what I can do instead, Isla? Anything. One whisper, and I can make you cum harder than you've ever imagined. When you surrender to me, I have total control over your body."

"Total control?" Isla gulped.

"Mhmm. You've never experienced anything like it. You've been a good girl, haven't you? It's time for a reward. Cum for me."

Stella's command cut through the fog in her brain, and Isla shuddered. Her back arched, and a wave of heat spread from her loins. She gasped, and the whole room seemed to tilt sideways as her mind was swept away by the flood of pleasure.

"Cute." Stella's voice rumbled in her ear, "Cum again."

Another order and her pussy clenched down on nothing, desperately eager to find something to grip. Isla's toes curled in her shoes, and her fingers clutched Stella's thighs as she came again. It was all so sudden and so much, and Isla was held through it all by Stella's powerful arms. All she could do was writhe in her chair and whimper as the big woman held her tight and whispered sweet words of praise.

"Good girl, Isla. Doesn't it feel nice to do what you're told?"

Isla was sure she could have fought back if she had wanted to, but she absolutely didn't. Stella's words and probing fingers had total control over her body.

"You're so beautiful like this, and this is just the beginning," Stella whispered, "I can make you do this all night, and by the end of it, you'll be a puddle in my arms, begging for more."

"More?" Isla mumbled. She already felt like she was going to drift off.

"So cute," Stella purred, her sturdy body vibrating against Isla's back, helping her relax even more. Isla's breath was ragged as she cooled down and recovered. She was dimly aware that Stella was stroking her face and kissing her ear, but not much else.

She was fed some absolutely gorgeous food and plied with wine. Stella made her enjoy every bite and savor every sip. It was heavenly, and the more she had, the less she cared about the rest of the restaurant or the people around her.

They were all faceless shapes, and Stella was the only one who mattered. The Purugly's hands stroked her stomach and played with her pussy as her voice guided her.

"Enjoy every sensation, my sweet little thing. You deserve it all."

Stella was her whole world, and it was the most perfect world.

Isla's head spun. How much time had passed? A hand cupped her chin and tilted her face back, and a kiss was pressed against her forehead.

"Are you ready for your dessert, my dear?" Stella said, a wide, hungry smile on her face.

"Dessert?" Isla blinked.

"Mhmm." Stella leaned closer and purred in her ear. "It's time to show me what that pretty mouth can do."

Stella's voice washed over her, and Isla felt her legs clamp together. It was such a filthy suggestion, yet Stella said it so confidently that Isla considered it. Stella deserved a little payback for a beautiful night, even if sex in public was.

Goodness. Isla was surprised by how excited she was about the idea.

"I'd love to," Isla whispered back, her words coming easily thanks to Stella's gentle Hypnosis. She kissed the side of the Purugly's thick neck and bit her bottom lip as she looked about the restaurant. "Uh. How do we?"

Stella's chuckle was deep and husky, and the power in her chest and stomach as she took Isla's hip in hand made the human squirm with delight inside.

"You're so cute. Just follow my lead and enjoy yourself."

Stella's arm looped under Isla's knees, and the next second, she was slid under the table in one smooth motion. Stella's thighs were so thick nobody would be able to see her behind them, and the expensive tablecloth hid the rest.

"Just relax and do what feels natural," Stella said, and Isla could almost hear the smugness in her tone. She was clearly having the time of her life. "And you better leave me spotless when you're finished, or there will be consequences."

Isla gulped at the thought. A part of her wondered if it would be so bad if she failed. Consequences sounded very exciting. But her mind was so thoroughly soaked in the delight of listening to Stella that she could barely think beyond doing as the big woman said.

She had a job to do, and she was determined to impress.

Isla's heart was pounding in her chest as she crawled forward, the thick scent of Stella's arousal making her mouth water. Isla could feel her own arousal running down her thighs as she reached under Stella's dress. Her fingers traced the outline of Stella's thick muscular thighs, and then she felt it, a massive slab of hot, heavy flesh resting against the bigger woman's inner thigh.

"Go ahead, pet," Stella whispered.

The tip of Stella's tail curled under the table and brushed her cheek, making her squeak in surprise. Isla shivered as the tail's fur tickled her skin. It was a soft, gentle touch that contrasted with the heavy, intimidating thing her fingers were half-wrapped around.

"That's right, pet," Stella groaned, "Stroke my massive cock and show me how much you love me."

Fuck, this was so wrong. It was so, so wrong! And yet, it was thrilling and so damn hot.

"You're so big, Stella," Isla whispered. The Purugly really was huge in all ways, and her girth was stretching Isla's fingers wide as she slowly pumped her shaft. "I've never felt anything like it."

"I'm the biggest bitch you'll ever have," Stella growled, "I'm taking you home with me tonight, and you'll get very familiar with it. So, keep being a good girl and start sucking. Don't think about anything else."

"Yes," Isla said softly, and she pressed her lips against Stella's shaft. She couldn't see anything, but she could hear the Purugly's low, lustful breathing, and the taste of her cock was driving Isla wild. Something about tasting it hit so much harder than the feel or the scent, it made it real, and Isla found herself kissing it, moaning as her tongue traced the length of her cock as it pulsed with excitement.

"Such a good girl. That's right. Kiss it, lick it, worship my cock," Stella groaned, "That's a good girl."

The way Stella kept calling her a good girl was sending tingles down Isla's spine. It was making her feel hot, and it was making her feel proud. She wanted to be a good girl. She wanted Stella to think she was a good girl. She could have sat under the table and worshiped her cock forever.

"Suck my cock, little pet. Use your pretty mouth for what it's best at."

Isla couldn't resist her. The way her body ached to obey, the way her mind craved it, and the way her pussy throbbed at the idea.

Stella's hiss of pleasure as Isla's lips wrapped around the tip of her cock was the most incredible thing she'd ever heard. Her mouth was stuffed, her cheeks bulging as she bobbed her head, slurping and moaning as she struggled to suck her cock.

"That's right. Suck me off. You look so good with your lips wrapped around me."

Her praise sent shivers through Isla's body, and she moaned louder, her tongue rolling over the underside of Stella's shaft as she tried to please her. The heavy press of Stella's thighs against her side let her know she was doing good. She was going to make this lioness purr.

"The bill, ma'am." a waiter's voice said. Isla froze, and her heart leapt into her throat. Was she going to be discovered?

"Ah, thank you. I'll take that." Stella's voice was level and calm as if she wasn't getting a blowjob under the table. Her legs closed slightly, squeezing Isla, and the pressure made her shiver.

"My partner's just gone to freshen up. But she'll be paying."

Isla's blood ran cold; she damn near choked on Stella's dick as the words pierced her horny haze. She'd be what?

"Excellent, Ma'am. Do you need anything else?"

"A few napkins, but no rush. Thank you."

Stella's hand settled on the top of her head, and her fingers gripped her hair. Isla's heart was racing as she felt the Purugly's cock slide deeper, her lips stretched wide as Stella's thickness pushed against her throat.

"Don't stop, my sweet little thing," Stella said, her voice like honey. "You're treating me so very nicely."

Could you spell SOS with your tongue? In her panic, Isla was spelling that and also a small declaration of financial ruin out on the underside of Stella's massive shaft. Her throat bulged as her lips were forced further and further down her cock. The big woman's grip was firm, but it wasn't harsh, and the gentle way Stella stroked her hair was helping Isla feel at ease.

"Don't worry, pet. I know you can't afford it. I'll take care of it."

Thank Arceus, Isla, and let Stella's cock fill her throat. She wouldn't have to sell everything and live in a cardboard box.

"You just have to keep sucking until I'm done. It won't be long now. Your pretty mouth is so good for my cock."

Stella's hand guided her, pushing and pulling her lips along her thick shaft, and her low groans and sighs were so, so sexy. Every time she heard the big woman gasp, Isla's pussy throbbed. Stella's pleasure was her own pleasure, and she did everything she could to drive the Purugly wild.

Her lips slid along the thick length, and her tongue lapped and teased every inch. It was such an obscene feeling, and her panties were absolutely ruined by the end. She couldn't get enough of it, and the more Stella praised her, the better she felt. When Stella finally came, Isla drank it down like fine wine without even a murmur of complaint.

"Good girl, good girl," Stella gasped. Her thighs were clamped against the sides of her head, and her fingers were twisted in Isla's hair. "Take it all. That's it. Swallow. Good girl."

The praise was wonderful, and she couldn't wait to have this massive beast between her legs, driving into her and showing her the full extent of Stella's strength.

"That's it," Stella panted, "Don't waste a single drop."

Isla did as she was told and loved it. Stella's grip eased, and her thighs relaxed. Isla pulled away from her cock, her jaw aching. Her tongue traced her lips to lick up the last little bits of Stella's cum, and she could taste the richness of her lover. Gorgeous.

"Okay," Stella sighed, "That was great. Ready to run?"

What.

The next second, Isla was scooped out from under the table and tossed over the Purugly's broad shoulder. Before she could even say a word, Stella was already on the move, charging past the startled waiters, the hostess, and the other guests who had turned to stare.

"Sorry about the bill, but we have somewhere else to be. Good evening, everyone!" Stella called out cheerfully, waving a hand over her shoulder.

"STELLA!"

"I can't afford this!" Stella laughed, grabbing the doorwoman in one massive hand and gently pushing her to one side before slipping out the door. The angry waiters were hot on their heels. "But it was a beautiful night! You know how to treat a lady. Now it's time for this lady to treat you."

Stella's laugh was booming as they ran through the city. Isla bounced and shook on the Purugly's powerful shoulder, and despite the circumstances, she couldn't help laughing, too. She was still so horny and ready for whatever Stella had in store for her.

They could worry about the consequences tomorrow.

---

"My wife's a criminal!" Pepper gasped, a hand to her mouth. "She should be in jail!"

"A total menace," Beau nodded on the laptop screen, "I had to cover their bill and smooth over some ruffled feathers."

"You set me up with Stella. This is your fault!" Isla laughed. "I still don't know how you thought that would go."

"You went back to her place, didn't you? I remember you were bow-legged for a week," Beau tittered. "You still have the collar she got you?"

"Uh."

"Isla. That isn't the collar with my name on it?" Pepper said with a knowing look. Her large hand teased at Isla's stomach. "Did you just swap the names out?"

"Ummmmm."

"You make those noises when you're about to lie, honey." Beau teased.

"I deserved to get something out of it. I don't know how I lasted that long with that freeloader."

"The sex was amazing, I hear," Beau said, tail splashing the water playfully. "And the inheritance? Woof."

Isla blushed as Pepper squeezed Isla's belly and then ran her hands over her hips. Stella had been a nightmare to deal with, but they had a lot of fun together too, and she had picked up Thick Fat off her. She'd used to be as skinny as a rake, but after Stella, she'd put on some weight. Thick Fat gave you bulk, and the name was a little misleading. It wasn't all fat. You got a nice helping of muscle to support your new plush. It'd come in useful with Pepper a lot, especially when she fell asleep atop Isla and had to be pushed off. Weaker partners would have drowned.

"She wasn't completely awful, but she wasn't for me," Isla said as she leaned into Pepper’s grip. “We should be careful pairing her off. She needs someone who is actually able to afford her habits who wants to be treated like a treasure. Though I worry she'd bleed them dry." Isla groaned. "Or maybe we pick a good-hearted sheltered woman who needs to be introduced to a world of trou- hey! That was me! Beau!"

"She was such a delicate flower, Pepper," Beau giggled. "Now look at her, so worldly at last."

"I love what she bloomed into," the Snorlax smiled. "Are all your exes this fun?"

"Don't gloss over your machinations!" Isla growled, "Beau, you're evil."

"I'm a sweetheart," Beau said, "Who only wants the best for you."

"It took a while to get there, though, didn't it?" Pepper said, "Were all of Isla's dates that bad?"

"Oh, that's a question we can answer with the next one," Beau said, clapping her hands excitedly. "Isla, do you remember Josie?"

"Yes, I obviously remember Josie." Isla snorted, pulling down her sleeve to reveal a black stripe of a tattoo with patches of skin for stars. "It's hard to forget her."

"That's where you got that tattoo?" Pepper said, "It suits you. You're pretty like the night sky."

Isla blushed. "I'll take the compliment."

"Josie was Isla's second date. She had a taste for danger, and I had the perfect Pokémon to follow. Want to hear the story?"

"No!" Isla yelled at the same time Pepper yelled. "Yes!"

"Isla, your beautiful wife wants to hear the story." Beau said, "Are you not going to tell her?"

"Emotional blackmailer," Isla snorted, "Fine. We had our first date at a rock concert."

"You? A rocker?" Pepper grinned, "Hard to believe."

"Yeah, I wasn't. But Josie was and, well, maybe I should just tell it."

"You should," Beau nodded. "This is a great story."

"I'd go with mortifying," Isla groaned, "But it's certainly memorable. Okay then, so Josie”

((End part one!))