Flash! Pop! Flash!

A young female beauty stood in the middle of a large set, her body covered in nothing but a skimpy white bikini that did little to hide her most prominent features. She did her best not to squint her baby blue eyes too much as the various cameras around her went off one after another. All the while, her mouth remained near frozen in a sweet smile that would make any heart melt in front of her.

"Good! Good, Anya!" The girl kept hearing the lead photographer, Anthony, in the background. "That’s it, baby! This is gonna be front page material!" She couldn’t help but grin a little wider for the camera at those very words.

Today was just like any other day in the life of Anya Evans, a 27 year old model whose specialty was swimsuits and other various lingerie. A natural beauty, she was one of the most demanded and sought out models in Kalos. She had all the features that any modeling agent would want out of their girl. These included a well-toned body, long white-blonde hair, and curves that would make just about any women jealous. However, her biggest feature was her soft skin, which almost every photographer she’d ever met had designated as the shiniest of any girl they’d ever worked with.

On this day, Anya was shooting for the cover of Aura magazine, the most popular on the market. She’d been at it for the last two hours in at least three different suits and four different backgrounds to find that right shot. By now, a line of sweat was visible along her body that seemed to allow her body to shine even brighter than it usually did. And there was no doubt Anthony’s crew was getting every shot of it.

Eventually, Anthony had seen enough and had decided to call it quits. He called Anya over for a quick debrief.

"Well, gorgeous, how are we feeling?"

Anya sighed a little bit as an assistant handed her a towel to try and dry off. "To be honest, just a bit parched. You really worked me over good today, Anthony."

The mid-forty something man could only chuckle. "Well, what can I say? I had to make sure to get this one right. I swear, Anya, this is going to be one of my masterpieces!"

Anya giggled furiously. "Oh, Anthony, you always say that whenever we shoot together. But... that doesn’t mean I ever get tired of hearing it." She then bid him farewell for the day and went along back to her dressing room.

When Anya arrived, she found none other than her agent there waiting for her. "Hey, Oliver! Looks like that took a little bit longer than I thought."

Oliver was in his typical attire, a black suit and pants with a blue tie to match. He looked back and just clapped his hands. "Anya, how many times have I told you? For you, I would wait for an entire two day shoot if necessary." It was no secret that she was his number one client after all, and Oliver was never afraid to let everyone know about it.

Anya smiled. "Oh, you’re the best. I’d love to chat some more, but I’d really like to rest for a little while."

"I know, sweetheart, but you did say we could talk about a certain offer... "

It was then that Anya’s smile slowly turned into a disgruntled frown. "Oliver... you already know my answer."

Oliver sighed and shook his head. "Anya, I just don’t understand why you’re being so stubborn about this. I have five company owners who have begged to have you do skin-care ads for them."

Anya closed her eyes and shook her head. It was only natural for all of the Pokemon world’s top cosmetics lines would come to her to advertise their merchandise. After all, she had the perfect skin tone and softness for the job. Just last week, Boutique had offered her a multi-million dollar contract to do all those things. However, to everyone’s surprise, she still turned it down.

"Look, Oliver," Anya exclaimed. "I don’t even need any of those products anyways. I take perfectly good care of myself on my own."

Oliver’s face twitched in annoyance. "I know that, Anya. But you’re turning down a perfectly good opportunity here. Wouldn’t you at least tell me why?"

Anya looked at Oliver and could only smile. "I’m sorry, Oliver, but that is something that even you don’t need to know. Now, if you’ll excuse me.."

"Now just wait, Anya!" Oliver said before she shut the door behind him and went into the room.

Anya went over and set her things down before reaching into a personal fridge and taking out a bottle of water. She then plopped down on her couch, leaning back and relaxing for the moment. She could hear her cell buzzing in the background, but she just let it ring for now. For now, she needed a break.

Anya loved her job, and she was damn good at it. But the work schedule was rigorous at times, and there were times she was exhausted enough that she could pass out. Still, today had been a good day.

Anya groaned. She was off now for the rest of the day, and had a numerous amount of options. On one hand, she could just lay down and catch up on her sleep...
... but then again there was one thing she’d been thinking about most of the day. And by thinking, she meant craving...

About a half-hour later, Anya found herself at home. It was a penthouse suite deep in the heart of Lumiose City that was only worthy for the most prominent celebrities. It had everything that Anya could ask for and then some, but there was one feature of her suite that was unique.

As she walked in the door, Anya heard an all too familiar cry.

"GOOOO!"

She giggled as a large pokemon quickly strode up to her and pulled her into a hug. As always, Anya had to relax and accept as she was slowly covered in a familiar goo-like substance. However, she was so used to it by now that Anya didn’t really care all that much. In fact, she hugged the creature back eagerly.

"Hey, there Jacque," she replied softly. "Sorry about making you wait. Today’s shoot took a little bit longer than I thought it would."

"Dra, Goodra," he replied, understanding completely. He knew full well that Anya was special to a lot of people too besides him.

Jacque was Anya’s Goodra. When she’d first got her big break, Anya was advised to get extra security to protect herself from the paparazzi to the perverts. While she could’ve taken any number of male bodyguards, she actually wanted a personal Pokemon to do the job. Of course, Anya had a variety of powerful Pokemon to choose from. She tried a Machamp, a Garchomp, and even a Salamence at one point. However, Anya just couldn’t find that companionship she was hoping for until a certain dragon fell into her lap.

Anya hadn’t really thought much of Goodras before, though it didn’t help that a lot of girls she knew said that they were gross because of their constant dripping and sliming. What Anya didn’t know however was that Goodras were also some of the nicest Pokemon, and Jacque was no exception to that rule. In fact, when the two first met, it was a great match. Not only was he a great companion to her, but Anya could count on him to protect her from just about any situation that may arise.

After a few more seconds, Anya pulled back. There was some evident goo on her arms and torso, but it was nothing she wasn’t prepared for. "Well, I don’t know about you, but I definitely need to eat something. What are you in the mood for, Jacque?"

The large lavender colored Pokemon shrugged a little bit, but Anya wasn’t surprised as much. Jacque wasn’t a picky eater whatsoever when it came to human food. Still, Anya made sure that he ate a balanced diet that she could more than afford to give him.

Anya then called her personal chef over to get things moving faster. As the food was prepared, Jacque waited in her bedroom as she changed into a much more comfortable blue evening gown. The Goodra couldn’t help but blush as she stepped out of the closet, the dress doing everything to highlight her body.

Anya couldn’t help but smile back as Jacque gazed over her, but she did nothing more in order to tease him a little bit more. "Oh, come on silly!" she said as they made their way to the table.
By the time they got there, the table was already laid out ready for the two of them as it was every night whenever Anya didn’t have company. For her, a well prepared salmon with a Caesar salad off to the side to go with a glass of fine red wine. For Jacque, a big juicy prime rib to go with a bowl of mixed Oran and Aspear berries.

"Excellent," Anya said as they sat down. Jacque stared hungrily at his food, but Anya had trained him to always use good manners at the table. That is, he was well mannered up as he could be. As Anya picked up her utensils to eat, Jacque went at his own food while making sure to be as clean as he could. He’d been trained so well, that there were barely any morsels or crumbs on his face to speak of.

Once they were both finished, Anya looked over at her friend and smiled warmly at him. "Well, look at you. It’s like you never ate at all. You certainly have come a long way, Jacque. I’m proud of you."

Jacque looked over and blushed immensely, using a claw to brush himself off. However, he still couldn’t help it when he suddenly let out a short belch from his maw, making himself cover his mouth quickly afterwards. Anya giggled furiously at the sight, reaching over and stroking his shoulder. "It’s alright. I thought it was very cute."

"Draaa... ," Jacque replied, his tone a little sheepish.

Anya sighed, reaching over and taking his claw. "Come with me," she said smoothly. Jacque gasped a little bit as she squeezed him and led him towards her room. Jacque’s heart started beating a little faster, having a feeling about what was coming next...

Anya led him into her room, only she ducked them both inside her bathroom. Walking inside, one would be amazed to find it was at least three times the size of a regular bathroom, the walls and floor coated in the finest white marble.

Anya then shut the door behind her and motioned Jacque have a seat against the wall, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. "After today... I was wondering if you wanted to help me blow off a little... steam." Jacque’s eyes widened, his head nodding eagerly at the idea. Anya giggled at his reaction. "I thought that be your answer."

You see, Anya had grown more closer to Jacque than she’d thought possible. In fact, it was as close as a trainer and her pokemon could go. Though pokephilia wasn’t illegal in the Kalos region, Anya knew that there were no doubt several morality clauses in her contract that made it impossible for her to be open about it. Still, she hadn’t denied her fetish and was happy because of it, as it was one of her times of stressful release. And being a big, powerful Pokemon, Jacque was more than capable of fitting her needs.

Speaking of needs, Anya had been especially craving Jacque’s attention most of the day, and she needed it now. Getting on her knees in front of the dragon, Anya reached and slowly pulled the straps of her gown to the sides before cupping her hands over her clothed breasts. Jacque whined a little at her teasing, wanting to reach out and rip the dress off her body right away. However, after going through two or three of her favorites this way, he’d learned to be more patient with his mistress.

Anya giggled before letting her dress slowly slide off, revealing her D cups to him. She smiled a little evily, intentionally going braless for the occasion. She then toyed with them, enticing Jacque to come closer. The dragon cooed as his eyes begged for permission, to which she leaned in closer to grant him it. Jacque closed his eyes, taking in Anya’s alluring scent for a couple seconds before leaning in. He stuck his tongue out, licking and kissing among her amazingly soft breasts. Anya hummed in delight, the familiar yet foreign touch of the dragon’s tongue along her flesh. Jacque leaned in, taking more and more of her breast before he started to suck like a baby.

Anya squealed lightly. "Oh... that’s nice, Jacque."

She leaned in further, wrapping an arm around his neck as he continued to have his way. As Jacque continued, his body left more and more of his warm saliva on her skin, making it easier and easier to glide along her flesh. Anya was too wrapped up in the pleasure to really care, her breath and heart rate increasing minute by minute.

Eventually, Anya felt a poke at her lower back. She turned back, sighing at the sight in front of her. Jacque’s length had reached full hardness. Depsite his slimy and soft exterior, she’d come to learn that his member was anything but soft. She could see his dark purple flesh throbbing beneath her, begging for attention.

Anya giggled, reluctantly pulling back from her needy dragon. Jacque whined again, but she put a finger to his lips. She then stood up around his legs, reaching down and slowly sliding off the rest of her dress to the floor and kicking it to the other side of the room. Jacque’s jaw hit the floor as he found she had nothing left covering her body now, her full nude beared out for him and him alone.

Anya smiled wide, leaning in and nuzzling his face and getting a little goo on it. "Well, big dragon? Would you like for me to make you feel good?" Jacque nodded, looking her dead in the eye.
Anya then leaned back, continuing to lock gazes with her dragon as she reached down to take his throbbing member in her hand. Jacque flinched happily at the feeling, his body dripping a bit more profusively than normal.

Anya giggled, stroking his dragonhood from base to tip. "You know what I thought about all day, Jacque? I thought about this moment right here."

"Goooo... draaaaa..." Jacque cooed in delight, his fat tail starting to thump softly against the tile. Big drops of pre began to come out of his tip, making her hand slide a little faster and easier.

"I thought about you all day, Jacque. I feel so bad when I leave you by yourself here sometimes." Her pace increased little by little each second. "But I always am so happy to see you when I get home... because I know you treat me sooo good."

"Goooo," Jacque replied, beginning to pant. Instinct was telling him to grab the girl and straight up mount her right then and there, but he held on. He held on for her, caring too much so that he wouldn’t hurt her.

"That’s right, and now let me show you how much I appreciate it," Anya replied. She then reached down, licking her lips wide. She then pulled her hair back, taking his tip into her mouth and sucking hard. Jacque gasped, gritting his teeth as she toyed with him. Anya groaned lustfully, taking more and more of his thick length into her mouth with each second, all the while stroking his base faster and faster. Were it not for his pre, this wouldn’t have been as easy for Anya to do, but she’d gotten used to it after more and more sessions with her dragon.

Anya kept it up, her pace quickening as she then started to bob her head up and down on Jacque’s length, tasting his pre with each small spurt. It was a strange taste, but one she had gotten used to over time. Jacque reached down with a claw, showing his appreciation for her treatment. He loved being introduced to this style of mating for the first time with Anya, and was so willing every time she did it for him from now on.

Anya continued for several minutes, alternating bobbing and straight on sucking of the purple length in her mouth. She looked up, seeing Jacque squirming harder and harder and needing to release soon. She giggled, pulling off and jacking him with both hands furiously now.

"C’mon, Jacque! You want to release real bad? Do it for me!"

"Goo... oooo... draaaa!!!" Jacque roared as he reared back, twitching violently as he reached orgasm. Anya closed her eyes and held on tight as she prepared for what was to come... and boy did it come.

Anya gasped as she felt his seed erupt from his tip, and not coming in spurts. No, his seed came out in an absolute torrent. Anya turned and twisted as she was coated with Jacque’s essence, moaning aloud as she was soaked within a few minutes. Jacque shuddered loudly as he kept going nonstop for at least a minute more, never letting up a bit. Whatever seed didn’t hit Anya ended up just about everywhere. The ceiling, the floor, the walls, even the window on the other side of the room.

Eventually, Jacque’s seed went down to a small spurt before he finally stopped. The two panted heavily as the room was instantly bathed in his musk. Anya pulled her hair back, chuckling to herself. She’d remembered the first time he’d orgasmed for her, and how it amazed her. She had quickly deduced that night that Goodras like himself must be able to produce excess seed because they naturally produced excess fluids. Not that she cared in the slightest.

"Looks like I shouldn’t leave you so pent up, huh stud?"

"Goo... " Jacque replied, out of breath but still plenty hard.

Anya took a second to look herself over a bit. She then looked him in the eye again, taking his seed and slowly rubbing it around into what little spots were left untouched. She did this not only to entice him further, but actually use it as a sort of treatment. This was the secret that Oliver and other models couldn’t deduce about how she got her skin so soft. No, it wasn’t any secret cream or gel...

...it was the seed of a lover. A Goodra lover, to be more exact.

Jacque stared in awe as his cum made Anya shine brightly in the lights of the room. To him, she was no doubt breathtaking. It then made him think of only one thing and one thing only...

Anya leaned back, reading his intentions loud and clear. She reached and grabbed a towel from a nearby rack, laying perfectly underneath her so that she wouldn't slip and fall. She then got up onto her hands and knees, reaching back and bearing her cum soaked sex to him with two fingers.

"Take me, Jacque..." she exclaimed.

Jacque growled lustfully, moving quickly and leaning up over her. She groaned as he carefully gripped her sides, able to hold on just enough despite how slick they both were by now. He prodded at her entrance for a little bit before he was able to find her hole, sinking inside her depths easily.

Anya gasped loudly as she was penetrated by Jacque’s thick length, his cum making it possible for him to fit within her. Jacque then began to thrust, not wanting to waste any more time.
"Goo..." he growled, while he used his powerful legs to drive himself into her. He could only think how tight and wet she was around him, her sex more than worthy of her amazing body.

Anya cooed happily as Jacque spread her with each push, feeling as more and more of his slime dripped onto her back. She never cared though, the feeling of a dragon cock in her body more than making up for it. She panted, reaching up and pinching one of her plump nipples for even extra stimulation.

Jacque went at a moderate pace for a minute or so before he started rutting her quickly, his ever leaking pre allowing him to drive faster into the girl. Anya moaned louder at this, the feeling of getting completely dominated beginning to take over. She didn’t let Jacque do this all the time, but when he did it was a feeling that was so euphoric that it was worth whatever soreness or aches that would come later.

"Ugh... oh yes... oh yessss!" Anya cried out. "Oh, fuck! Please don’t stop, Jacque!"

"GOOO! GOOOO!" The dragon cried out, pushing Anya a little further down onto the towel, firmly gripping her rear and rutting her powerfully. Anya panted, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as she gave in to him fully.

Anya panted before she suddenly squealed loudly as a sudden orgasm crashed over her body, gripping Jacque’s length even tighter than before. The dragon above her grunted and continued going through her climax, even going faster thanks to her added lube. Anya’s tongue lolled out to the side as Jacque kept it up, knowing full well just how long he could last.

And last he did, as Anya climaxed at least two more times while he continued to breed her. Eventually, she felt Jacque’s member began to throb within her, spelling out his eventual climax. Anya braced herself against the floor.

"Please, Jacque! Fill me up! Do it!" Anya screamed.

Jacque grit his teeth, pummeling her rapidly several more times before he gave one final push that popped his tip past her cervix. Anya’s eyes then went wide as another cascade of cum exploded out of his member, only this time it only had one place it could go. Anya cried out to the heavens as she was filled instantaneously with Jacque’s seed. Her belly began to swell as his cum filled and filled her. She was always scared that may eventually burst, but his seed was able to leak outside her pussy and flood the floor beneath her, towel and all.

And just like before, Anya could only pant and hang on as he just kept going and going for what seemed like ages. She reached down, feeling the swelling continue to grow almost to the point that she looked three months pregnant. The very thought of Jacque’s child inside of her, though impossible, only made Anya’s mind think even dirtier.

Eventually, Jacque’s seed came down to a trickle. He reached down, nuzzling her close as he slowly pulled her down next to him, knowing they both needed a necessary break from the intense sex the two just had. Anya panted heavily, her body having gone near limp, though she was fully content to lay in Jacque’s arms for now, goo and all.

Anya looked around, the bathroom looking as though someone had blew up a dozen cans of white paint. She looked down, her body coated with cum, most of which was barely her own. She sighed, feeling Jacque’s length decrease inside of her until it naturally went back into his body for now. She gasped as she felt his seed start to ooze out of her, making the level of cum beneath them increase another several inches.

Anya sighed in content though, having planned all of this out in advance. She would make sure that they both were cleaned up thoroughly before her cleaner would make the mess disappear, having made sure she could trust them enough to keep their mouths shut. Still, Anya sighed and decided she could wait a few more minutes and enjoy the moment with her dragon...

After all, she needed to make sure the secret treatment for her skin had plenty of time to settle...