Snorlaxin’ Again (LTVB Side story - Isla 2)

Part two! Make sure to go read the other first, unless you just want to get straight to the mosh pit!

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Isla had been to concerts before, but they'd been pleasant affairs. People brought sandwiches and had picnics on the grass. The music was light, with a soft background noise for lovers trying to get a little closer. She'd thought she could be a little scandalous and turn up a figure-hugging mesh dress with a floral print. Something that really showed off the curves Stella had given her. It'd have been absolutely killer in one of those soft, cozy concerts.

Josie's idea of a concert was a lot different.

A Pyroar was up on stage, her yellow and red ponytail fluttering in the breeze as her voice thundered over the mic, only taking a break to kiss the hell out of what was clearly her wife on the guitar. The crowd cheered louder for the kisses than the song, and Isla had to admit, that was a lot of fun. But fuck! The bass was so loud it was a physical force thumping at her chest, and the music was a never-ending roar. The crowd was a sea of movement, surging and screaming joyously as they churned the ground to thick mud. People were firing moves wildly into the air, flames, water, and all kinds of exotic effects colliding and coating the whole sky in a riot of swirling colors. It was utterly overwhelming, and Isla would have drowned in it if not for her date letting her take some shelter in her black leather jacket with metal studs on the shoulder.

"How are you doing?" Josie's said, her voice rumbling above the noise. Isla looked up at the Pokémon that was a head taller than her, and she gave Isla a bright smile with a flash of sharp teeth. Unlike her dark skin, Josie's face was pure white, with a black star painted over one of her light red eyes. Isla had grown stocky after all her time with Stella, and she made quite the contrast to thin Josie. Perfectly trim fitness that felt delightful under Isla's hands. All coiled muscle and soft felt like black and white fur, Josie was hot, and she knew it, and the confidence the Obstagoon oozed was so, so sexy it was just like the concert. Too much for Isla to handle.

"I'm... fine."

"You don't look fine," Josie said, leaning down and running a sharp claw through Isla's hair. "You can relax, babe. I know this is a lot, but it's supposed to be fun! If you want out, I can clear a path for us. "

She could too. They were practically in the center of a moshpit. Yet, anyone who had come close to crashing into them had been turned away by a sudden flashing white cross in the air, ripping around them with a loud tear as Josie swayed her body to bounce them off it. Obstruction is one of the rare perfect defenses of the Pokémon world. Despite the insanity of finding herself in a moshpit, Isla was the safest she'd ever been in her entire life.

Isla tightened her grip on Josie's lean body. Resting her face up against a pair of breasts that were barely curved at all but felt like the perfect rest right now. The music thundered along Josie's skin, and closing her eyes, Isla let herself feel the warmth of Josei's fur and the light scratches of her claws through Isla's hair. All this intensity and Josie was a bubble of comfort in it all. The loud Pokémon rocker wouldn't let anything happen to her date.

"This spot right here is great. Thank you." Isla's voice was tiny, but Josie heard her, and the dirty chuckle she gave made Isla blush.

"Don't thank me. I'm the one who's got a pretty woman dangling off her body." Josie said, running her claws down Isla's dress. "If I weren't wearing the tightest leather pants known to Pokémon, you'd have a good idea of how much I'm enjoying this."

"Josie!" Isla gasped, "We're in public."

"So?" Josie asked. Her hand stroked over the waistline of Isla's skirt and then ran along the curve of her butt. "Everyone is here to have a good time. They'd cheer me on."

"You're a troublemaker," Isla muttered, blushing. She couldn't deny that she was enjoying this. There was something thrilling about being so utterly out of her element.

"I'm pushing your buttons a little, I'll admit it." Josie laughed, and the deep sound rumbled through Isla's body. "It's a dangerous game I like playing. Taking sweet things like you out and giving you a taste of what it's like to throw all those rules you have away."

"You're a bad girl," Isla teased, looking up into Josie's light red eyes, and her breath caught in her throat as Josie's fingers slipped under her skirt. Even pressed together as close as they were, if someone paid attention, they'd see it. The moshpit was bouncing, bodies rolling over, and women squealing as people were wrapped up in strong arms or by long, fuzzy bodies. There was plenty of kissing and heavy petting, but Isla couldn't see anything going quite as far as hands under clothes. Josie hadn't gone beyond stroking a thigh, but Isla was overwhelmed, not stupid. It wasn't going to stop there.

"You're a bad girl, too, if you don't tell me to stop." Josie said, voice low, and the words thundered in Isla's ear louder than the music, "Tell me you don't want this."

"I..." Isla gulped; her mouth had completely dried up, and the air felt thick. The squelch of mud under her feet, ruining her best shoes, left her no solid ground to stand on. The only security she had was Josie, a woman who felt genuinely unassailable. Isla wasn't scared of saying no; she knew Josie would fight the world for her if she just asked. It left her in the difficult situation of having to actually decide if she wanted this.

Public sex. Where anyone could look and see what Josie was doing to her because Isla had no illusions she'd be able to keep quiet and controlled. She wasn't unfamiliar with it; Stella had done with her on her very first date. But that had been Stella fully guiding it. The Purugly had always gotten her permission, but it'd always felt like the decision was made, and Isla simply accepted to go along with the plan. This was far more of a choice. The date could go two directions, and it was up to Isla which way.

"Take as long as you like to decide," Josie purred, her voice rumbling with amusement. The claws of the hand holding Ilsa close ran up to Isla's neck and gently scratched between her shoulder blades. It was an oddly sweet gesture, powerfully contrasted by the claws raking along her thighs and making her shudder with every stroke.

"Josie," Isla groaned, her hips swaying back and forth. "This is... too much."

"Do you want me to stop?"

"N-no."

It was too much. But right now, too much felt good. It made Isla's heart race and her muscles ache to be used, and she'd never felt anything quite like it before. Stella had often gotten her into trouble, but it'd always been something Stella had dragged her into. Isla was more Stella's pet than her partner in crime, and you could hardly blame a well-trained pet for doing what her master told her to do. Josie wasn't like that; she pushed, but she wanted Isla to match her and push back. To go into trouble hand in hand, and that somehow made it even more terrifying. It was easy to get pulled into trouble. It was far harder to willingly choose to be there when you had the option to back out.

"I want this."

"Yeah, you do," Josie growled, and her claw hooked around the waistband of Isla's panties, tearing them off with a single tug and flicking them away into the moshpit. A woman stumbled as she slipped on the fabric and went over on her back into the mud, and the crowd swallowed her up before Isla could gasp out an apology. It hadn't really been Isla's fault, but she felt guilty anyway, and that guilt crashed into a wave of pleasure as Josie's fingers found their mark.

"You're already soaking wet," Josie teased, rubbing the tip of her claw up and down Isla's folds. There had to be a little dark infused in them because it felt so deliriously good Isla could barely focus on anything else. "And we haven't even got to the good part."

"What are you going to do?" Isla asked, gasping as a second finger slid inside her. It was so filling; Josie had nice thick fingers and an incredible skill using them. Just a few curls were all it took to have Isla's legs shaking.

"Whatever you want, babe, I'm fully in your control. You tell me what you want, and I'll grant your wishes."

It was unfair just how hot Josie's reckless confidence was. Isla wished she could have that kind of fearlessness, but that wasn't really within Josie's power to give. Isla was going to settle for coming up with something that wasn't lame, chewing her bottom lip as she tried fruitlessly to think of something cool to ask. Having two fingers stuffed inside her wasn't making that any easier.

Josie flashed Isla a grin as she struggled. "Is it exciting, having all that power under your fingertips? I'm a big deal, but I'm your bitch for today."

Isla nodded. It was, it really was. A nervous thrill was bouncing around in her stomach, and she wanted to push it further. But she just didn't know how; she was used to being dragged along on a reckless adventure, not starting one. Josie's gently teasing fingers were making her hop on her feet, and the thumping music made everything melt into a gooey soup of pleasure. Not unpleasant, but a bit too much like being recklessly drunk to really enjoy.

Still, unlike Stella and her manic adventures, Josie was just smiling proudly at Isla, waiting for her to make a move. There was an ocean of patience behind those eyes, and there was comfort in knowing Josie was with Isla on this. If she took a step, it'd be a step together. So she made the only smart move as her brain fumbled and asked for a little more help.

"I can't even think, let alone come up with a wish," Isla groaned, and her knees buckled as a thumb pressed hard on her clit. It was all too much; she didn't know how Josie could expect her to decide. The crowd bounced around her, and she could hear the screams of people enjoying themselves, but her eyes were locked on Josie's. She couldn't focus on more than that, not when her legs were weak, her head was spinning, and her pussy was clenching around the Obstagoon's fingers.

"You can do it," Josie urged, and the silky softness of her voice was a stark contrast to the way her fingers were slaking fiery lines of pleasure along the inside of Isla's pussy.

"I can't," Isla whined. She wasn't sure if it was a refusal to say or simply that she was incapable. She felt like a puddle, and Josie's arm was the only thing holding her up. "I just can't"

"Can't even think?" Josie chuckled, and Isla nodded mutely, and the Obstagoon leaned down and licked at her ear. "The hardest thing to do is not to think. To just say what you want the next second from now, with no filter. It doesn't have to be a plan or even something fun. I just want you to open yourself and go with the moment. What do you want right now?"

"You."

"Perfect answer," Josie whispered in her ear. "Go on, I'm all yours. Run your hands over me, find what you want, and take it."

Isla's hands ran along Josie's stomach, and she felt the taut muscle flexing as her date's fingers curled inside her, which made Isla's legs tremble. The abs were delightful, but they weren't what Isla really wanted. She could see the real prize because Josie's tight leather pants really didn't leave anything to the imagination. Her cock was straining to get free, a long and thick bulge running down Josie's right leg. It was practically begging to be released; she'd gotten really worked up being close to Isla, and the thought she'd made Josie like that made Isla's mouth water.

"Take it," Josie whispered. "You don't need my help. If you want something, then take it."

Her voice was like a firecracker, exploding in Isla's ears, and she couldn't resist that call. The concert around them was already a blur; the only solid point was Josie, so Isla held onto her. Her hands ran along the Obstagoon's leg, feeling the rough leather, the heat from her skin, and the way her muscles quivered as Isla's fingers reached the top of her thighs and caressed the edge of her cock.

"Like it?" Josie groaned, her claws around Isla's hip digging a little deeper. The dark energy in her claws made the feeling of those claws raking against her skin breathtakingly good.

"How could I not like it," Isla whispered, mouth dry. "It's gorgeous."

There was a little zip on Josie's pants, and she pulled at it slowly, the sound drowned out by the roar of the music and the crowd. Public sex wasn't frowned upon in an adult concert like this, but Isla wasn't used to there being the possibility of so much attention. Only a few people were looking at them as they danced, but even just those quick glances made her cheeks burn hotter than the sun. Isla could see the outline of the base of Josie's cock, and the sheer thickness of it was enough to make her gasp.

"It's a lot, right?" Josie teased, "You said you've had big before. How do I measure up?"

"Y-you're definitely going to stretch me."

"I won't hurt you," Josie promised, licking at the sweat running down Isla's neck. "I'll take care of you."

Fuck, the way she said that sent a shudder through Isla. The Obstagoon had muscles, she could pick Isla up without any effort. Use her like a toy if she wants to. Yet all her strength was held in check. There was a powerful beast under Isla's fingers, but all Josie wanted to do was watch Isla have a good time. Isla owed it to her to seize that opportunity, and that meant seizing this cock. She reached into Josie's pants and grabbed it, and the way her date groaned as her fingers closed around her shaft made Isla grin.

"It's a nice thick cock," Isla said, "Just how I like them."

Arceus! Isla hadn't touched a drop of alcohol and still felt drunk saying a line like that. It was simply exhilarating acting so forward.

"Glad you approve," Josie grunted, her fingers curling in Isla's hair and dragging her into a kiss. Like the mosh pit they were in, the kiss was a sloppy, messy thing. All flailing enjoyment and enthusiastic fun, especially as Josie had a tongue that a woman could really choke on. The taste of blackberry-flavored lipstick coated Isla's mouth as Josie's tongue explored her, and the claws on her scalp dug a little deeper as Isla squeezed to really drag the breath out of Isla's lungs. She felt dizzy when Josie finally withdrew, and the firm handful of cock she was slowly stroking was an amazing anchor back to reality.

"Let me get these out of the way," Josie growled happily as her hips rocked into Isla's stroking hand. She pushed the tips of her claws under the waistband of her leather pants. Isla didn't even have time to comprehend what was about to happen before the harsh rip of the leather pants echoed over the moshpit. Josie had torn them off with practiced ease and tossed them aside onto a woman who screamed with glee like she'd just won the lottery.

"You could have just taken them off!"

"This is faster," Josie shrugged, flashing Isla a grin. "I just can't wait to get a hold of you. Can you blame me?"

"I'm absolutely blaming you."

"Well, what's the punishment? Because I don't feel the slightest bit bad about it." Josie purred, and the way her eyes roamed hungrily over Isla's body made the heat of her blush feel like a fever. Isla didn't know what she should do, but she did know what she wanted. She stepped back from Josie, and the Obstagoon gave a confused look as she did. Then Isla spun around and dropped down to her knees. The mud was cold, but it was easy to forget the discomfort with a view like this. The way Josie's cock pointed upwards in a proud salute was absolutely magnificent. The sun glistened just beyond it, giving it a proud halo. Isla licked her lips at the divine sight and leaned in.

"I've got a great punishment for you," Isla teased, looking at the Obstagoon around the curve of her cock. Focusing on Josie's eyes meant she didn't have to look at the small crowd they were attracting. Obstruction kept anyone from getting closer, but the glowing white crosses made it all the more obvious they were both on show.

"Do tell," Josie purred, stroking a claw along Isla's jaw and tilting her chin up, and Isla opened her mouth wide.

"You've got to stand still and not fuck my face," Isla said, "Let me run things. I can't decide on where we should go, but I can damn well make a decision on what I do to this nice, thick cock."

"That's unfair, I can't resist you."

"Punishments aren't fair. Lock those legs, and I see that hip thrust you're going to spend the rest of the day eating me out."

"I'd do that happily." Josie grinned, "But I'm liking this assertive Isla. Go on then, do your worst."

Isla could see the excitement bubbling behind Josie's eyes and knew she'd pushed the right buttons. It was fun getting to boss the punk rocker around, even if it was a willing surrender. Arceus, the cock in front of her was so close! It was impossible to ignore, a truly impressive size. Isla had an incredible urge to take a taste. She was done holding herself back. Isla closed the distance between her and her prize.

A sharp hiss escaped Josie as Isla ran her tongue along her length. Isla couldn't help delight at how delicious the Obstagoon tasted. A hint of sweat and the strong, almost overpowering scent of blackberries just set all of Isla's senses aflame. For all her tough exterior, Josie was a real treat up close. The cock shuddered as Isla ran her tongue up the underside of the shaft and curled it around to slick it on the way back down. Isla couldn't help but moan and rub her cheek into the cock as she stroked back and fore. It felt so thick and warm against her, and Josie's soft fur tickling against her as she reached the base was the velvety icing on the cake.

"You've got a lovely cock," Isla murmured, giving a slow and sloppy lick back up to circle the head.

"You're ravenous," Josie groaned. Her voice had gotten deep, and the hand on the back of Isla's head was gripping tight, but she was keeping her promise not to rush Isla, letting her hand ride with Isla's head. "Everyone's jealous, I can feel it."

"I'm just getting started," Isla purred, and the gasp Josie let out as Isla took her into her mouth was a sweet reward. The Obstagoon had clearly not expected her to dive on, and Isla was delighted by how her knees wobbled. She kept it nice and shallow, taking a couple of inches and sucking hard. Her cheeks bulged with the pressure, and Josie's eyes locked on her lips. She looked utterly mesmerized, and Isla felt a surge of pride at seeing her so overwhelmed.

"I love this view," Josie rasped, "I could stare at you sucking on my cock for hours."

Isla couldn't believe she was doing this, but it felt good. It was fun and playful. The cock was big, but she'd handled bigger, and the fact the moshpit was bouncing around her only added to the excitement. There was a thrill of being in the middle of the crowd, and the cheers and whoops from the people watching only added to the rush.

"I can't believe you're doing this," Josie said, chuckling. "You've got so much spunk, baby. So much more than I expected."

Isla moaned around her mouthful and slid down further, taking another inch. She was getting into a rhythm, bobbing back and forth as her tongue ran around the base of Josie's cock. She was barely in control, there was something wonderfully filthy about the way her spit was running down her chin as she coated that wonderful cock in a glossy coat. She could taste the sweet precum leaking from the tip, and her own pussy was quivering at the thought of having this cock inside her. The hand on her head was a firm support, and the Obstagoon's fingers flexed gently every time Isla did something nice. It was a little thing, but it was a nice feedback loop and gave Isla a wonderful feeling of control.

"I really want to thrust." Josie begged, "Just a little?"

Isla swatted her thigh with a sharp rap to tell her off. This was her show, and she wasn't done yet. The crowd was moving around them, the moshpit a living, breathing beast, and the thumping in the background was its roar. Even the band noticed the change in crowd energy and hammered out a beat that Isla could feel in her bones. Everything was pulsing, and the crowd was a sea around them, a wild and uncontrolled force that was all too happy to cheer the two of them on.

"Isla, baby, I'm going to cum if you keep going like this."

Good. Isla wasn't going to be satisfied with giving a half-assed blowjob, not when she'd had the courage to throw herself in like this. She was going to show everyone what a good cock sucker she was. The embarrassment stung. Her nerves were screaming, but she'd committed to this and would see it through. She bobbed her head back and forth faster, pushing the limits of what she could fit in her mouth. It was hard. She could barely breathe but was enjoying herself too much to slow down. Josie's claws raked across her scalp, and the gentle scratches left Isla feeling light-headed. It was a sweet contrast to the throbbing cock sliding along her tongue and the ache in her jaw.

"Isla... babe. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna..."

Josie's cock twitched in Isla's mouth, and the first spurt hit the back of her throat. It was too thick to swallow and just filled Isla's mouth, sliding along her tongue and coating it with a wonderful flavor that had her moaning for more. There was a loud cheer from the crowd as Isla pulled her head back, a trail of cum following her and splattering down her top. She swallowed it all in several gulps, and they cheered her like she'd won the Champion Cup.

"I've made a monster," Josie groaned. Her legs were trembling, and the hand on the back of Isla's head had gone limp. The Obstagoon was staring at her, her eyes hazy and lost, and the pride swelling in Isla's chest was incredible. She was a little dazed, and the sight of her red lipstick painted in rings along Josie's cock was driving her mad.

"You can fuck my face now," Isla purred, giving Josie's cock a kiss. "You can do anything you want to me."

"I want more than your mouth," Josie growled, and she hauled Isla to her feet with her hands under her arms. The Obstagoon lifted her in the air without a hint of effort, and Isla's stomach fluttered. Her date could pick her up like she was made of straw. All the control she'd had really was a kindness from Josie and now the Obstagoon looked ready to take charge.

The world spun around Isla as Josie fell forward. She squealed as her back hit the muddy ground. Josie landed on top of her, knocking the breath out of her, and her mouth crashed into Isla's, their tongues entwining in a frantic, desperate kiss.

"Fuck," Isla gasped, wrapping her legs around Josie's hips and holding on tight.

"You're incredible," Josie growled, and her teeth scraped down the side of Isla's neck. She was going to leave some marks, and the thought was exhilarating. "I love a woman who braves it all."

"I want you inside me," Isla whispered, and her back arched as Josie's cock found its mark. True to her Dark Type, she wasn't waiting a second now she could get what she wanted. It was a slow grind, her cock sliding into Isla. There was so much cock that Isla had to let out a few pained groans, but the sweet burn of the stretch was making her toes curl, and the way Josie moaned back in response was just delicious.

"Oh, Arceus, you're tight," Josie hissed, her hips rocking and her claws digging into the mud. "Making me work for it."

"Well, work," Isla said between groans. "You don't want to look bad, do you?"

The incredibly public sex did make Isla cringe a little inside, but it was more than matched by the thrill of doing something so completely outgoing. Everyone could see them rutting in the mud. They were in the heart of the moshpit, and people were bumping into Josie's barriers as they danced, slapping it and cheering them on as the music built to another crescendo.

Josie didn't seem bothered. She was utterly focused on Isla, her teeth nibbling and biting her skin, her tongue lapping up the sweat, and the hand running down Isla's top and squeezing her breasts. She wasn't being gentle, and every squeeze or bite sent Isla's brain afire. It was an onslaught of stimulation, and the pleasure was like an avalanche. It was as unstoppable as Josie's cock, those powerful hips grinding back and forth and filling her up. The stretch was so sweet, and every thrust was getting easier.

"Yes," Isla wailed, and the crowd around them whooped. She hadn't meant to be loud, but there was no hiding how good it was.

"Fuck yes, scream louder," Josie said as she sat up, giving Isla an incredible view of all that underboob and Josie's wild face. The glow from her eyes was reflecting off the droplets of sweat running down her forehead, and it made her look so damn fierce. "Let everyone know how much you love this cock."

"I fucking love this cock!" Isla shouted, and the crowd went wild.

It felt incredible. There was no shame. Isla didn't care if everyone heard her. All she wanted was to enjoy the moment and the incredible, mind-blowing sensation of a good, hard fuck. She was going to walk out of here sore, and the thought of that was just the best. The fact that everyone had to watch should have been mortifying, but it just made her feel so damn proud. She was a quiet woman usually, and she'd thrown it all away to show she could handle the best cock here. Not just handle it, she was making Josie moan every time the Obstagoon's hips smacked into hers, her ass shaking in barely contained pleasure with every thrust.

Josie's cock was rubbing deep, and Isla could feel herself clamping down hard on it making every stroke all the more intense. Her climax was building and every slam from Josie's hips was pushing her closer. Her whole body trembled with anticipation, but she'd been with Stella for months and didn't come quickly these days. Josie was panting as she worked for it. The pace was punishing, and Isla was glad the Obstagoon didn't want to be gentle. Every time the cock slammed home, her hips bounced against Josie's, and the feeling of her cock jolting inside her from the shock was just amazing.

"I'm going to cum, baby," Josie groaned, the glowing red in her eyes burning brighter. "Are you ready?"

"Yes," Isla hissed, "Ruin me."

The Obstagoon let out a primal, wild roar, and the moshpit went insane. Isla had never heard anything like it, it was noise so loud you could feel it press against your skin. People were bouncing off Josie's barrier and into each other's arms, and a few women were getting pressed against it and fucked hard enough they'd be sore too, come morning. They'd inspired people to go wild, and Josie was going to be the star of this show. Her orgasm was a roaring wave that washed away the rest of the world, the world fading to the feeling of Josie's cock slamming deep inside her and filling her with a sticky flood of cum. It was too much warmth to even bear. Isla didn't have a choice about cumming her brains out. It was dragged out of her. Her legs tightened around Josie's hips and squeezed the Obstagoon tight as she let the most incredible feeling take her apart. It was a mess, she was gasping, crying out as her fingers were raking down Josie's back until her muscles ached.

Josie collapsed down after it, resting her weight on Isla, her furred breasts pressed against her, and Isla wrapped up in her arms and held on tight. They were both trembling and slick with sweat, and Josie was breathing hard, her cock twitching and still giving a few last spurts of cum into Isla's well-fucked pussy.

"That was incredible," Isla panted, "You were incredible."

"So were you," Josie said, and the way she nuzzled her nose against Isla's neck was the most adorable thing. Just a sweet gesture after all that. "You are an absolute treat."

"We've made a mess."

"Everyone gets dirty in a moshpit," Josie said, chuckling. "But I'm more interested in the next act."

"Next act?"

"Yeah. I got a hotel room that needs wrecking."

"Won't we get in trouble?"

"Oh, I hope so," Josie grinned, her hand stroking Isla's hair. "I'll make a real troublemaker of you yet."

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"Isla!" Beau laughed on the screen, the Luvdisk flicking up her tail fin to hide her mouth. "I never knew you had that in you."

"I've had a lot of things in me," Isla smiled, legs kicked up on the table as she sat on Pepper's lap. "Mostly thanks to your machinations."

"My wife's fearless," Pepper said proudly, reaching up with her massive mitt of a hand to run a hand through Isla's hair. There was still a stripe of white in it. One of the nice little presents Josie had left her from their time together. "Gets me pickles every time. Makes up for the horrible music she listens to in the shower."

"I'll get you loving rock eventually," Isla said as she nuzzled her head back into Pepper's palm. "I've heard you hum some tunes."

"It makes you horny," Pepper said and hummed a bar as she bit one of Isla's ears, getting a gasp out of her. "Now I finally know where this comes from, though."

Isla's gasp hadn't just been affectionate play from Pepper; it was so she could get Isla's mouth open and drag Isla's tongue out. Isla's tongue was long, long enough she could snake it around all of Pepper's fingers and still have some length to wiggle at Beau to try and make the Luvdisc blush.

It didn't work because Beau had seen it all, but Isla didn't mind. Pepper showing her off was more than enough reward.

"I'm sure Josie contributed to that," Beau said, fanning herself with laminated paperwork on the camera. "But I think I know who's more responsible, and you'll never guess who our next candidate is."

"Beau!" Isla said messily because her tongue was being used as a cat's cradle by a Snorlax right now. "Are we really going to go through all my exes?"

"It'd be very cheeky if I did that, wouldn't it? But since you mentioned it, do you remember Geneva?"

Oh yes. Isla remembered Geneva. Despite looking so very normal, nobody who met Geneva ever forgot her

(Part three soon!)