Summer of the 69

"Sweet Scent"
Link: https://summerofthe69.dreamwidth.org/788.html?thread=6420#cmt6420
(Will be posted on AO3 in a bit)

Arven hadn't always had the best relationship with Nemona. She was athletic, talented, outgoing, and had a relationship with her parents he could only be envious of—not to mention she was pretty. Between all of these factors, he tended to get tongue-tied around her more often than not, and lashed out in frustration when he couldn't get his words to come out the way he wanted them to. He started to avoid her out of a sense of self-preservation; if he couldn't manage to control his tongue around her, it was better not to be in her presence at all.

Then came the whole Area Zero debacle and Arwen's hunt for his lost parent. To his surprise, Nemona hadn't seemed to mind his sharp tongue too much. For all of her achievements and obsession with Pokémon battles, it turned out she was also kind and insightful. If Arwen hadn't already started to fall for her, that would have done it; as it was, he only ended up falling deeper.

Still, he couldn't find it in himself to ask her out once they were finally back in Paldea proper. At first it was genuinely because he was busy mourning his lost parent, though even more so for the relationship they could have had. Then, Nemona was busy with the Pokémon League's newest Champion and setting up the Academy Ace Tournament, though he did manage to meet with her on the occasions he stopped by to help battle in it. Finally, he told himself that she was simply too interested in battling to want to pay him any attention.

At this point, Mabosstiff had finally seemed to have enough. It had waited patiently through more than its fair share of Arven's self-pitying rambles, so when Arven switched from wistfully listing Nemona's good points to lamenting his own failures, it knocked Arven's Rotom phone from his hand and refused to let Arven near it again until he came up with an actual plan to approach Nemona about his feelings.

With help from Mabosstiff and his other Pokémon, Arven started his plan: He would become a Pokémon battler worthy of Nemona and confess when he beat her. For the next several years, Arven trained with his Pokémon and his precious friends, remembering to take time for rest and picnics to keep his morale up. Slowly, he and his team became stronger, until he was finally able to take on the Pokémon League test and win. Finally confident in his abilities, having taken on and finally defeated the friend who helped him find the Herba Mystica and heal his precious Mabosstiff, the Champion who in turn had beaten Nemona on several occasions, Arven challenged Nemona.

"I'm not sure why you wanted to battle here," Nemona said, stretching out her limbs beside the battle court behind her house.

"It's just... convenient, that's all!" Arven said, his cheeks heating up. While it was the closest battle arena to Nemona's house and the lighthouse where Arven used to live, it was also private. If things didn't go well, Arven wanted to know that at least he'd be out of the public eye. Thanks to Penny and Team Star, he was confident that he wouldn't be ridiculed over the results of the battle or his confession, but he still would prefer not to do it in front of people.

Nemona shrugged. "Well, if you say so." Her smile turned fierce and she cracked her knuckles. "Are you ready to go?"

Arven clenched his fist. "If I win," he said, managing to get the words out around his nerves. "If I win, there's something I want to tell you."

Nemona looked taken aback for a moment, before her grin returned. "Sounds good! We'll discuss what I get if I win after the battle."

Arven nodded, determined. He had been training for this moment for years now; he was finally ready for this, ready to take on Nemona and win. "Go, Greedent!"

Twenty minutes later, it was over. Arven fell to his knees, Mabosstiff returning to its Pokéball as it was knocked out. "I lost..." Arven said, burying his hands in the sand in front of him.

"Oh my gosh, that was incredible!" Nemona gushed, jogging over to his side. "You and your Pokémon put up such an amazing fight! Cloyster's use of Liquidation was inspired. And when Toedscruel used Spore? I thought my Dudunsparce was done for! Oh, but nothing was as cool as when you Terastalized Mabosstiff at the end there! It knocked my Pawmot right out, even with the type disadvantage!"

"Thanks," Arven choked out, hurriedly applying revives and potions to his Pokémon. "I'm glad you had a good time." He got to his feet and turned away, his eyes burning as he resettled his Pokéballs. "We should battle again sometime. I'll see you later—!" Arven got ready to run; he wasn't entirely sure where to, just away from the arena.

"Woah!" Nemona grabbed his arm, anchoring him in place. "What about that thing you were going to tell me?"

"It doesn't matter anymore," Arven told her, just barely able to keep his voice from cracking. "I was only going to tell you if I won, remember? And I lost."

"But, Arven—"

"Bwork."

Arven and Nemona both turned in surprise as Mabosstiff appeared in a flash of light. "Mabosstiff...?" Arven asked.

"Bwork," Mabosstiff repeated. With deliberate steps, it walked over to Arven and knocked him down.

"Mabosstiff, what are you doing?" Arven asked, some of his distress giving way to confusion.

"Bwork," Mabosstiff insisted again, rooting around Arven's vest with its large, wet nose.

"I don't think it's going to let you go anywhere," Nemona commented.

"Ah!" Arven finally realized what Mabosstiff was doing as it dug into his picnic supplies. "Mabosstiff, that's—"

Mabosstiff growled around the envelope it was holding delicately between its teeth, pushing Arven firmly down with a paw. Satisfied that its trainer would stay put, Mabosstiff turned and walked over to give the envelope to Nemona.

"Mabosstiff?" Nemona took the letter from it, turning it over in her hands. "What's this?"

"That's nothing!" Arven insisted. "Just... give it back to me!" He started to get up, only to remain on the ground when Mabosstiff growled at him.

"But it has my name on the front," Nemona said, turning the envelope over again.

Arven looked at the ground. "It's not important," he insisted. "I was going to give that to you if I won, but I lost, so I'm going to keep it instead."

"Hmm." Nemona slipped a finger under the envelope's flap. "But it is for me, and since we never discussed what I would get if I won, I think it's only fair if I get to take it."

"...Fine." Arven was utterly defeated. Mabosstiff made its way back over to him and nuzzled the side of his face; Arven buried his eyes in its fur. "Just... get it over with."

"'Dear Nemona,'" she read aloud. "'I've admired you for a long time; longer than I can even say. You've always impressed me with your skills, but truly it was your kindness on top of them that—' Arven, is this a love confession?"

Arven clutched Mabosstiff even tighter, refusing to answer. After a moment, Nemona continued.

"'Truly it was your kindness on top of them that won my heart. Now that I have finally become strong enough to beat you in a Pokémon battle, it is my hope that you might be willing to consider going on a picnic date with me. I know that you love Pokémon battles above all else, and a worthy opponent foremost even among those, so now that I have finally bested you, I am confident that I will be able to keep your attention. Yours, Arven.'"

Arven peered over Mabosstiff and watched as Nemona lowered the letter. "Well, now you know," he said. "And since I wasn't able to beat you in a Pokémon battle, I'm sure you're not interested, so if you'd just let me go—"

"—I didn't say that," Nemona interrupted.

"What?" Arven asked.

"I didn't say that I wasn't interested," Nemona said. She folded the letter and tucked it into the pocket of her shorts. "You decided that on your own. Any opponent who can put up a good fight and get my blood pumping is interesting to battle, win or lose, and you did more than that! Do you know how many battles I've had since I first became a Champion that lasted more than ten minutes? Only twelve, and you got nearly double that! And besides..." she added, coming up to stand next to him. "You're pretty interesting on your own."

"Huh?" Arven stared up at her. "But you never..."

"Said anything?" Nemona shrugged and scratched Mabosstiff's ears. "I mean, I can't really say I thought of you in a romantic sense before now, but I don't think about romance much in general. But you're a good friend and a good person, and I know a cute butt when I see one, so I thought it'd be nice to give this a try." She smiled warmly at him. "Us dating, that is."

"I. That would be... That is, you're really okay with it?" Arven tried.

"Hmm," Nemona said. "Tell you what, I'm going to take my forfeit now, and then we can talk about how satisfied I am with things."

"Forfeit? I don't... You already took the letter, though."

"Yeah, but you were going to give that to me anyway, so I decided I need something else," Nemona answered breezily. "Mabosstiff, would you mind giving us a little privacy?"

Mabosstiff smiled. "Bwork!" it said, and licked first Arven, then Nemona, before returning to its Pokéball in a flash of light.

"There we go," Nemona said, and reached over to begin rummaging through Arven's vest. "Ah-hah!" With a flourish, she pulled out his picnic blanket and laid it out on the sand. "Perfect! This is exactly what we need." She pulled Arven to his feet and dragged him over to it.

Arven allowed himself to be pulled along, still in a bit of a daze. "Does this mean we're going to have that picnic after all...?" he found himself asking. He'd packed a good one just in case, with several of his best sandwiches, each one flavored with a different Herba Mystica.

"Maybe in a while," Nemona answered. "I have something else in mind first." With that, she pushed him over so he landed on his back on the blanket. With sand underneath to cushion his fall, Arven was more surprised than anything, his jaw dropping open as Nemona pulled her shorts and underwear down from beneath her skirt in one go and kicked them to the side. "Just because I hadn't thought about you romantically before doesn't mean I haven't thought about you at all," she said, kneeling over his face and then leaning over to open the button of his pants. "And a good Pokémon battle can get me really worked up."

Arven swallowed hard as he saw the evidence above him: Nemona was now bare underneath her skirt, the lips of her pussy swollen and glistening. Awed, he reached out and ran a finger along them. Above him, Nemona gave a groan shuddered, and Arven felt his cock hardening in his pants.

"Hang on just a sec," she panted, and Arven heard his zipper open, his view mostly blocked by Nemona's skirt. "There we go!" With no more warning than that, Nemona's hands were on his dick. She hummed appreciatively, and suddenly he could feel her nose next to her hands between his legs. "You smell nice," she commented.

"I," he croaked. "I make my own soap. With a special herbal blend." He felt something soft rub against his shaft, and felt dizzy when he realized it was her cheek.

"Well, whatever it is, it's working for you. Though just you smell pretty good, too, you know," she added. He could see her winking in his mind's eye.

Desperate to get some sort of composure back, Arven went on the offensive. Leaning up, he planted his mouth over her opening and began to lick like he was eating the filling out of a sandwich. The thick scent of her juices overwhelmed him as he lapped her up, some slick escaping his mouth to run down his cheeks and chin. He could hear Nemona moaning by his legs, and groaned himself when he felt her lips close around him. Her tongue traced around the head of his fully erect cock, circling around and dipping into the opening while she held the shaft in place.

Arven reached up himself and spread her wider open, running his thumbs along her folds as he licked. Feeling Nemona suck at the head of his cock, he followed suit and took her clit in his mouth, hollowing his cheeks as he pressed his tongue against it. He then had to lock his hips in place to keep from bucking as he felt Nemona pull off so she could lick up the sides of his shaft instead. He whimpered as her tongue lingered on his frenulum right before her mouth engulfed him again.

Not to be outdone, Arven dipped two of his fingers into her entrance, then curved them towards her front. Rubbing his nose up against them for more friction, he lapped hard at her clit once more before sucking it into his mouth again and biting down on it gently.

"Ah!" Nemona pulled back from his cock as her body went rigid; she shuddered in place above him, her slick thoroughly drenching her face. Ignoring everything else, Arven kept licking through the tremors until she finally went still.

"Okay, you definitely won that round," Nemona panted as she raised her hips away from his face, her breath hot and wet against his dick. "I'm not about to give up yet, though!" So saying, she lowered her mouth to his cock again, and managed to swallow him all the way to the base.

Choking out a cry, Arven's muscles clenched as he came down Nemona's throat. She hummed around him as she drew back to the head, suckling it gently through his last spurts and licking him clean before tucking him back into his underwear.

Finally, Nemona sat down next to him and ran her hand through his bangs. "I think that went pretty well for our first official picnic date, don't you?"

Arven was still gasping for breath. "Can't b'lieve you can talk already..." he mumbled.

Nemona giggled. She leaned over and kissed him, wiping some of her own juices off of his cheek. "Next time, I'll let you pick what we eat. I can't wait to try your sandwiches!"

Still in a bit of a daze, Arven smiled back at her. His mouth got away from him again then, and he heard himself say, "They probably won't taste as good as you."

—fin—


Hope you like it, Anonymous!