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   Her whole body, what little there was of it, deflated. Sank in on itself, hiding her body underneath the curtain of her tentacles. 

   “I’m sorry, it's better for you this way, I would hate for you to be miserable, you deserve to be free, to live life in the sun and sand. I wish I could live that way as well but alas. The siren call of travelling, of a life of crime, it allures me, even when I should very well spurn it.” James rambled, thinking he was a melancholy poet.

   “Ma… Ma-Mareanie.”

   “Mm, indeed, parting is such sweet sorrow.” James translated - or would like to think he translated.

   “Mareanie!”

   She lunged up at his face and James didn’t even wince. She needed a goodbye hug, and a goodbye kiss, and oh my, a goodbye Poison Jab as well but that was also her way of saying hello. And also good night and that she was hungry. Honestly, it was her go-to expression for anything but James just smiled, he laughed even as the poison seeped in one last time.

   Mareanie rubbed its face right into James. Almost mouth to mouth as it nuzzled against his nose, his cheeks, his face. Just all over him, clutching onto him desperately, its tentacles getting stuck in his hair, wrapped around the circumference of his head. A precursor to just how sorely Meareniea was going to miss him but… It went both ways.

   He was going to miss it. These hugs of this Mareanie’s of his. 

   No, really, he was. 

   A lot of people were under the mistaken impression that James disliked being assaulted like this. It was so fierce and untameable. Just completely wild, negative side effects abounding and though there was a time and a place, and more often than not Mareanie was excellent at choosing the worst times and places, James was going to miss it.

   These sorts of hugs were very precious. He liked - and even loved - having his Pokemon gnaw on him. It was a sign of a healthy relationship, that there was love and trust but what was not a sign of a healthy relationship was… getting an erection from it. Something James would like to go on record as saying he had never gotten before but there was something different about this poison.

   It was bittersweet, maybe more sweet than bitter, even.

   Normally the feeling and sensation of the poison, its taste and the metallic tang was more bitter than any other flavour except maybe sour but this… This was nigh delectable, like a perfect sauce to complement shellfish. Oh gosh, this was really going to James’ head.

   He was warbling and he was wavering, dizzy in the head and far too loose in the body. James felt his dick begin to rise against the covers of his white pants, straining. Mareanie pecked him one last time before finally freeing him from its overbearing embrace.

   It detached with a jump as powerful as the one that had lodged her there in the first place. James sighed a small (loud) sigh of relief but the sensation of poison didn’t change much. He was still far too purple to the face, droopy eyed and woozy in the head.

   But he managed to look down at his cheeky, little troublemaker. She sat in his lap, right over… his crotch. His erection. James’ mouth felt dry and yet, he was able to swallow some saliva nonetheless. It, too, tasted metallic and bittersweet, poison filtered through it. 

   Mareanie appeared to sense what the budding hardness in James’ lap signified. They weren’t compatible, of course. Humans belonged in the Human egg group, not compatible with the Humanoid egg group and especially not compatible with the Water 1 egg group but she knew. She knew that even though their biological systems were very different, she knew what it meant.

   And so, she humped James’ erection over his clothes.

   A watery moan bubbled up through James’ throat. It reverberated through his body as he grew wet with excretions from Mareanie’s, well, whatever it was that Mareanie’s had. A cloaca? A stamen? Something else entirely?

   “W-We shouldn’t…” James tried to argue but Mareanie’s gaze was so insistent.

   “Mareanie!” it continued to implore him.

   James’ heart faltered in his chest, he had to look away but he couldn’t ignore how he felt. How they both felt. It was more than a little taboo but he was a criminal! This would probably the only crime he’d be good at, making his little Mareanie so happy by… by… by making love to her goodbye.

   “I-If you say so.” James shyly murmured. He blushed, his cheeks going burgundy underneath the hue of the poison.

   James’ hands were shaking as he lifted them off the sand beside him. He looked out to the big, wide ocean and he thought, there could be no better and more beautiful day to say goodbye to Mareanie. He just hoped that he wouldn’t get caught. It wasn’t just the remnant of the poison in his system causing the tremors as he undid the zip to his pants.

   His cock sprang free and James gulped again. He… He wasn’t all that longer in length than the length of Mareanie’s body, not really. He had always been semi-aware of the fact, he tried not to think about it, allowing bygones be bygones but being confronted with that similarity, it was daunting. To him, anyway. Not so much to Mareanie, Mareanie, meanwhile, appeared to relish it. Saw nothing wrong with it. 

   James was human but wow, his appendage was sort of similar to what Mareanie would have been fine working with with another of her species. She rubbed her face against the head of his hardening cock. James shivered. The sensation of her face was nothing new and yet, entirely rebirthed as she tried to fellate him.

   She opened her mouth wide, allowed yellow teeth to shine in the glint of the sun and swallowed him whole. James moaned, was Mareanie’s tongue always this… long? Or slimy? Again, another thing he had elected to not spend much time thinking of because, well, one thing would lead to another like exactly right now.

   Mareanie blew him as best as she could, slobbering and licking, wrapping and unwrapping her tongue from around James’ length. Drool trickled down the sides of James’s cock in her brief moments of repose. She was enamoured and eager, eyes sparkling as she fellated him. James took it all, her eagerness more like abuse as teeth strayed far too into his skin for his liking, pricking him and her tongue, it was weirdly textured. Spiky but in a soft, muscular way. 

   “Y-Your doing good, good girl..” James praised his partner Pokemon.

   His cock was reddening from both arousal and from what it was enduring in Mareanie’s mouth. Its saliva tingled and felt fizzy on such sensitive nerves and skin. James’ breathing turned ragged as slowly but surely, he began to bead precome.

   Mareanie tried to drink it immediately, sticking her tongue tip as directly into James’ urethra as it could. The tip of it bigger than the entrance, the jamming sensation made James shudder - and made his eyes go wide. He felt his heart leap to his chest.

   “A-Ah, Mareanie, that’s my… that’s…” James floundered with his words.

   “Ma…reanie?” It stared intently at the growing bubble of off-white precome.

   Mareanie blinked quizzically, looking up at James’ face. The effects of poison had faded from it but not the effects of embarrassment and arousal. James’ hand rose up, he hid behind it and glanced furtively around. This was, thankfully, a secluded beach but there was always a possibility, a risk, heck, Jessie and Meowth could come looking for him any minute now. However, there was only Mareanie, here…. And perverts, apparently. 

   “That white stuff, my semen, it's a sign I’m close to coming.” James clarified.

   For a moment, in his stammering, James had been uncertain if Mareanie would have concepts such as orgasms or semen. He had never introduced those sorts of things to her vocabulary. But the way Mareanie grinned, it seemed that she more than understood.

   With a full body flounce that made her tentacles bounce and her little body stretch, she jumped up onto James again. This time, she latched the base of her body to the head of James’ cock and James was terrified. There was no way he was going to fit inside her, he was practically the same size as her but he melted underneath the acidic feeling of her entrance.

   He didn’t need to fit. She just needed to be able to collect her pearls.

   Mareanie sighed her little, Pokemon sighs as she latched onto James. The frills akin to her feet sanctioned themselves to James’ cock, tiny little spines held her in place, quite painful for him but bliss for it. Her happy face was at peace as she then continued to sex James, taking more initiative so she could draw up his semen as though it were water from a well.

   James watched as Mareanie’s body moved, rhythmic. Up and down, mostly, rolling herself forward. The best comparison James could muster was if a pocket pussy could work by itself. He felt awful for thinking such a thing but as Mareanie took charge from here on out, it was the best and most apt description that he could be reminded of.

   There was a sizzle and a prickle, both in noise and in feeling, however, at the top of his dick, James noted as each thrust of Mareanie’s body rolled on as she tried to suck him dry. The fluids of her sexual organs appeared to be quite acidic, not uncomfortably so but more acidic than others.

   “Reanie…” 

   His Mareanie’s blabbering was sweet. Its eyes rolled towards the back of its head, revealing more of the yellow sclera underneath the black pupil. James smiled. He didn’t need to be a Dr. Dolittle to know what Mareanie was saying because he felt the same.

   “Me… me too.” James murmured. “I’m close as well.”

   Mareanie blinked and the sappiest grin adorned its face, “Mareanie…”

   “I love you, too.” James bid her.

   After working so hard, James just had to assist. Mareanie had done so well so far, had battled and fought so hard for James to recognise it as a mate, how could he not spoil her after so long? Especially before goodbye. It really was as James had said: parting was such sweet sorrow but he had to give it something to remember him by.

   James cupped the base of his cock, he began to masturbate albeit not in a way which would interfere with Mareanie. She was… a ballbuster, a go-getter, he didn’t want to offend her. Merely aid her in her quest to quench itself on his requited arousal and desire.

   “Reanie… reanie…” Mareanie chanted over and over again.

   Mareanie worked the stem of its little body, the flaps and flab fluttering as it worked up quite the appetite atop James’ dick, slowly sinking as far as it could go, just past his corona until, they both felt it. This pulse from below which ebbed and flowed.  James’ crescendo, his orgasm. He came and Mareanie absorbed all of his semen into its body. 

   “Mareanie!”

   Her cry came loud and proud as James came inside of her. Stars burst inside of Mareanie’s eyes, James could all but see them as he winced, trying not to be too loud lest he attracted unwanted attention from passerby Pokemon or humans alike. Should they be there at all but it felt good. Really good. The sting of arousal was quite literal with Mareanie’s moist juices coating the top of his dick as her filament dug in hard to his dick.

   “G-Good going, Mareanie, you are doing so well.” James smiled. “You did so well.” The pentameter of his voice was strangely off-kilter as he became out of breath after coming.

   “Mareanie, Mareanie!”

   It all but did a happy dance atop of James, slowly letting go, the polyps pulling back and revealed sharp, pink marks scattered all over James’ dick. He just knew, with his luck, that was going to result in something that would require some very strange ointments but it was worth it to make Mareanie happy.

   “That felt very good for me as well. I promise.” James said.

   He reached out and patted the top of Mareanie’s head. There was a blush either side of Mareanie’s face, it trembled underneath the feeling and weight of James’ hand. James couldn’t tell if it was post-coital excitement or, more forebodingly, the realisation that it was finally time to say goodbye.

   “I’ll keep the Pokeball, I promise, I’ll come back for you one day.” James swore to it.

   “Mareanie, ma-Mareanie.”

   James smiled. He knew deep in his heart and soul, to the very marrow in his bones, that Mareanie believed him and would be willing to wait until the end of all time for him to return. He just hoped he wasn’t lying for that would break his own heart but he knew he had given this Mareanie something very special to remember him by.

   “Farewell… Mareanie, I will always love you and remember this, remember every moment we’ve spent together but especially this.” James told it.

    His heart hammered in his chest as he met Mareanie’s heartbroken but accepting gaze. The famed, tropical breeze of Alola carried more than just the beautifully blue ocean’s salt as it whistled its inviting zephyr past them both, circling and swirling as the high tide of the mutual orgasm turned low.

   Mareanie finally let go of James. Hopped off his lap but didn’t rocket launch itself into his face for one last goodbye hug, instead, she nodded her head. She politely farewelled James in turn but that just made James start the waterworks himself. Tears streamed down the side of his face, he was sobbing but this was how it had to be. The noises that James made were harsh on his throat but worse for Mareanie to hear it shook, crying out just as perishing as he was.