Warm water streamed over us in the small bathroom. I held the shower head steady, letting the warm spray cascade across Scyther's back.
It washed away the sweat and grime from our earlier battle, carrying everything down over her emerald plates and the thin, delicate membranes of her wings.
The spray made her whole body glisten.
Then I squeezed a dollap of body wash into my palm instead of grabbing the loofah on the wall. After all, why settle for that when I could run my bare hands all over her?
Soon, I started rubbing it over her delicate transparent wings with slow, careful fingers.
"See, Scyther," I said. My voice came out calm. "Trainers and Pokémon do this all the time. Body wash gets into every little spot and makes everything clean."
While I spoke, my thick long length had already risen to full, aching stiffness. The heavy length stood proud between my legs, throbbing with raw need.
As I leaned forward to reach the upper part of her wings, the swollen, sensitive tip brushed lightly against the smooth curve of her lower back.
God… her shell feels incredible… I thought. So hard, yet unbelievably smooth.
All the while, a thick layer of foam built up beneath my hands and across her wings. My fingers traced the natural lines of her wing in slow, careful motions, working the soap into every surface…
Every movement made my cock throb harder against her. The fat head dragged slowly across her hard shell again and again, leaving slick trails of my excitement that mixed with the thick foam as I ran my hand across her.
All while Scyther sat stiffly in front of me, facing the wall.
Her legs were spread. Her scythes remained slightly held out to the sides, allowing me to reach every part of her back. Every now and then, her wings twitched as my hands passed over the plates beneath them.
Her powerful thighs shifted every few seconds, tensing and relaxing without her even realizing it.
Yes, this... this is just cleaning, she told herself, a faint scy sound slipping from her throat. Trainers and Pokémon help each other all the time. That's what Gil said, and there's nothing strange about it…
Yet the more time passed, the harder it became to hold onto that thought.
Gil's touch carried a gentle patience she wasn't used to.
The slow movement of his hands.
The warm water flowing over her shell.
The body wash working into places she had never been able to properly reach herself.
Little by little, Scyther found it harder to focus on her own thoughts. A strange warmth gradually spread through her chitin, making her feel oddly sensitive all over.
And part of her genuinely appreciated what he was doing.
Before meeting Gil, cleaning herself had never been easy. Her scythes made many areas awkward to reach, and over time she had simply learned to live with it.
Now warm water flowed over those neglected places while body wash reached every gap and corner.
For the first time in her life, those hard-to-reach areas were being properly cleaned.
It felt strange.
But it also felt surprisingly nice.
Oblivious to the feelings slowly stirring within Scyther, I simply continued spreading the warm foam evenly over her shell. While my mind wandered through all sorts of thoughts, from pinning her down to running my hands over her, and even making her cum right here in the shower while she's still dripping with soap and water…
Behind me, Eevee was doing the same, probably lost in thoughts of her own while her small, foam-covered paws worked diligently against my back.
Time passed quietly. I kept talking while cleaning Scyther, explaining why keeping clean body was important.
Every now and then, Eevee would happily vee from behind me, agreeing with everything I said.
Once my hands had touched and spread the body wash across her back, I gave an approving nod.
"It's all done here," I said.
By now, all three of us were covered in soap. Scyther's shell was coated in foam, my back wasn't much better, and Eevee had also managed to get plenty into her own fur while helping.
Hearing my words, Eevee stopped too and gave herself a vigorous shake, sending droplets and bits of foam flying in every direction.
The motion caught my attention, and when I glanced back at her, a wave of emotions crashed through me at the sight of my sweet little furball.
Her fur was completely soaked now, making her look much smaller than usual. Tiny droplets of water clung to her cream-colored coat, while a few patches of foam still stuck to her neck and the base of her tail.
While admiring how sweet she looked, I also noticed the fur around her eyes had grown noticeably longer.
In the past, the maids used to keep it neatly trimmed, but that obviously wasn't happening anymore. I'd have to take care of that soon myself. If it grew much longer, it would start getting in her way.
Pushing these thoughts aside for now, I turned my attention back to Scyther.
"Now let's do the front..."
Hearing those words, Scyther immediately hesitated.
Her body stiffened, and one of her scythes shifted slightly before she caught herself. A faint blush spread across her face.
The front...?
For a brief moment, her instincts urged her to refuse. Unlike her back, she could easily reach most of the front of her body herself. There was no practical reason for Gil to help with that part.
At least, that was what she tried to tell herself.
"Come on," I said with an easy smile. "We're already this far. Might as well do a proper job, and we won't be seeing a Pokémon Center again for a while, so let's get nice and clean while we have the chance."
Scyther's wings twitched. A soft, flustered scy escaped her lips…
Still smiling, I simply waited.
There was no point in rushing her.
Scyther wasn't like Eevee or Charmander.
She was a fully grown Pokémon who had spent most of her life surviving on her own.
Learning to accept a trainer's care and getting used to this new bond between us was naturally going to take time.
So one step at a time…
And just as I expected, the hesitation only lasted a few seconds.
As Scyther took a small breath before shyly turning around…