The Cutiepie sat in her den, squirming as she tried to keep the noise she made a bare minimum.
She, like the Armsmistress and Boobisaur, was effectively serving under the Charamanda who had arrived on the island some time ago.
She had perhaps been the most personally afraid when they'd first encountered. And who could blame her she thought.
A Charamanda of her size could have killed a fragile little bug type like herself without thought; could even just do it accidentally by being too close to her.
She couldn't have expected the fire type to calmly and carefully pick her up and carry her to her den so she could be away from the other dangerous pokegirls that would see her as a bite sized snack. Even then she hadn't fully trusted her, it didn't make sense.
But around the time she'd fought off a mini-swarm of Zubutt and their Golbutt leader-all of whom now also served her-the Cutiepie had realized that the Charamanda really wasn't going to hurt her.
She was genuinely shocked, and didn't understand why she was being so kind to her. She'd even helped her sate her desires once, and in no ploy for her own.
The bug type bit her lip, fingers picking up the pace between her legs as she recalled the sensation of the Charamanda's long reptilian tongue swirling through her folds bringing wave after wave of pleasure for her.
The Cutiepie felt bad about it, but even then, she still held some small fear of the large fire type. What if she'd only not tried to fuck her properly because her body was too small and would have been physically too damaged to serve her afterwards.
Despite the fear influencing that belief.. she found herself upset by it. Her feverish self pleasure only got more intense as she attempted to use pleasure to overcome the building frustration at the idea that she was too weak.
But her attempts were going nowhere. Small and sensitive as her body was, frustration overcame physical pleasure and left her panting, sweaty, and unable to cum; which itself only added to the frustration.
She slumped against the soft grass of her den, breathing heavily as she stared into nothing. She laid there, annoyed, for several minutes before her little hands squeezed into fists.
She didn't want to be weak. She didn't have to be. She got up, dusted herself up, and set to trying to train. She didn't really know how to train herself properly, but if the Charamanda had figured it out, she could at least try to.
Push ups, running, sit ups, climbing, practicing her attacks. These all seemed fairly obvious. Strength her body and the strength of her attacks, and she'd gradually grow even stronger.
Maybe she could even evolve. She wasn't sure what she wanted to evolve into, as there were three potential options. But she didn't let herself linger on it. She was focused.
Or she told herself she was anyway. She had no proper form or real idea of how a pokegirl of her kind was meant to train effectively.
She was exercising, and doing so in a place with an elemental aura matching her own typing, so surely there was little else to it.
This was, as several frustrating hours of attempted training proved to her, not the case. She burned through her stamina like a fire through tissue paper and had little to show for it by the time she was done.
She collapsed into a sweaty heap back in her den, feeling sore and dejected. She didn't think she'd continue that any time soon.
"Giving up so soon?" An amused voice said with a snicker.
The Cutiepie tensed in surprise. Suddenly alert, her eyes flitted around the clearing to find the source of the voice.
She finally found what she was looking for. Sitting on a branch in one of the trees that enclosed her den was another pokegirl.
She was taller than the Cutiepie, if not so much taller. With primarily red skin, the insect green having gone from primary to secondary color on her body, her figure looking fit and curvy at the same time. She was an Applepie, one of her species three potential evolutions.
"Who are you?" The Cutiepie questioned.
The Applepie shrugged, "Meh, who's anyone." She responded, lowering herself via vines that sprouted from her wrists.
The Cutiepie didn't have a proper response to that, and was very confused about her new visitor, so instead waited for her to talk. She wasn't a feral obviously, she was talking, and seemed stable.
When the Applepie was down to the Cutiepie's level she said, "I was watching you train. Lot of wasted energy if you ask me." The Cutiepie's face scrunched up at this.
"You saying it's pointless?" The Applepie laughed at this.
Before the belief that she was being laughed at for trying to become stronger could take hold, the Applepie clarified, "No, I mean the way you were training. A lot of it was putting energy into things that can't really go anywhere. We're pokegirls. We're born with specific ways of training ourselves. There are different ways sure, but if you try to do them all at once, you're gonna end up going fucking nowhere at the speed of thought."
The Cutiepie pouted at this, though it made sense as she thought about it.
"Well.. what should I do?" She questioned.
The Applepie shrugged. "Depends on what you want. If you want to become a Titapod, focus on the bug moves and defense. Also start eating more to bulk up. If you're aiming for Tomboy, physical stuff and actual battles with other pokegirls. If you want to be an Applepie like yours truly, well, the trigger is a secret, but suffice to say, stay in the forest for plant type element and eat used to the taste of apples." She giggled.
The Cutiepie bit the inside of her mouth. She'd still not really considered what she wanted to become. She'd always just gone with the flow until the Charamanda had arrived, gone about her life the same as any other wild pokegirl.
No real goals or intended path other than to survive, fuck, and eventually breed. She figured most like that ended up becoming Titapods just by default, it being their natural evolution and all.
But... she wasn't like that anymore. She had a say in things now, and more than that, she had the ability to actually care about her say in it now. She wasn't just another feral.
"Would you.. um.. would you like to help me?"
She asked the Applepie. She felt somewhat silly asking like that, especially seeing as the answer was almost certainly yes already given that she was here at all. The Applepie smirked, reaching out a hand.
The Cutiepie took it, feeling herself grow more excited at the prospect of getting some real progress done. She helped as the Applepie used her vines to sling herself out of the den, keeping a hold on the Cutiepie as she did so.
They didn't so much land as crash elegantly on the other side. But no matter, she'd just get used to stuff like that. And maybe kick the Applepie in the shins at some point for it.
The Cutiepie had only met the Applepie a few days prior.
She'd introduced her the Charamanda when she'd gone back to check in between training. She was starting to get the same teasing and shit eating grins the Armsmistress had gotten when the fire type had picked up on her crush on the Boobisaur.
Unlike her, the Cutiepie was quite certain of her feelings, but it was not a priority at the moment. She focused on making herself stronger.
Thankfully, results of effort were much more immediately visible in pokegirls of her kind. She was already developing new muscle from the physical training and sparring the Applepie was helping her with.
It wasn't her specialty, but she did know how to fight and was quite amused at the Cutiepie's early attempts at it. She was slowly starting to get better of course, but it would be some time before she evolved to be sure. She didn't mind.
The process of training was starting to feel more rewarding by itself than she'd thought before. She could see why fighting types went on about it so often. In any event, she was well on her way to a tough evolution.
The Applepie had noticed the improvements and praised her for them, but never let her go easy, making sure she didn't get soft. Now, though, it was a rest time.
"Been doing pretty good lately," The Applepie said, "I think you've earned a reward of some kind."
"Hm?" The Cutiepie questioned, "Like what?"
The Applepie smiled, letting out her vines. The smooth green vines snaked over to the other bug type and brushed along her legs.
"How about something like this~?" She asked with a grin, vines inches further between her legs.
They were pokegirls, so playing coy about sex seemed silly to the Applepie, but she went slow nonetheless, giving the Cutiepie time to turn her down if she wanted.
The smaller bug type thought for a moment before nodding, spreading her legs gently for her mentor. The Applepie grinned, vines moving to hold her legs open as she lowered her head between them.
The Cutiepie gripped the grass gently and breathed steadily as she felt the Applepie's tongue licking along her slit. She went slow at first, not wanting to overwhelm the poor thing. Then, as she saw the Cutiepie adapting, she picked up the pace, tongue pushing passed her lower lips to lick inside.
One of her hands moved up as she ate the Cutiepie out, gently rubbing against her clit, vines keeping a firm grip on her ankles. The Cutiepie groaned as she felt it, squirming as her fingers gripped the grass harder, hips starting to bug.
The larger, dexterous tongue of the Charamanda was hard to beat out of course, but the Applepie was most certainly skilled. Or perhaps the Cutiepie was still sensitive. Possibly both. The Cutiepie wasn't sure, but at the moment, with the pleasure building, she didn't especially care.
She was steadily approaching her peak before quite suddenly being shoved over it as a third vine she hadn't seen the Applepie produce pressed against her other hole.
It had only barely pushed inside, but it was enough stimulation to bring her over the edge. The Cutiepie panted from the sudden orgasm, shooting her mentor as dirty a look as she could manage post climax.
The grass bug just giggled, "Don't pretend that didn't feel good~" She purred, moving up to kiss her.
The Cutiepie considered arguing, but instead just relaxed into the kiss as the Applepie leaned her back. It had in fact felt good.
The two bug pokegirls interlocked their legs with the Cutiepie pressed to the ground on bottom. The Applepie pressed her own slit to the Cutiepie's, the two beginning to grind against one another.
They moaned into the kiss as they ground against one another, bringing each other more pleasure.
The Applepie didn't pull her third vine away, and inside continued to gently work her other hole as well. She'd stop immediately if asked, but the Cutiepie never asked her to, and she instead got more aggressive with it.
Unbeknownst to them, their fun was attracting quite a few feral pokegirls. Luckily, the Charamanda was looking out for them while they had their fun. She felt they'd more than earned it~