The afternoon sun filtered through the trees as you lounged with your friends, the air filled with laughter and the easy chatter of a normal day, nothing out of the ordinary, no hint of the bizarre lurking just beneath the surface. You leaned back on the grass, swapping stories about recent battles and Pokémon antics, the group’s relaxed vibe a welcome break from your usual adventures. Everything felt perfectly routine, the kind of moment where time slows and worries fade—until a faint clatter broke the rhythm. Your Swampert’s Pokéball slipped from your pocket, tumbling to the ground with a soft thud, its release mechanism triggering as it hit the earth. In an instant, a flash of light erupted, and she materialized, towering behind you, her massive frame casting a shadow over the group.

Swampert’s bright yellow eyes locked onto your friends, her thick thighs and big, rounded ass shifting as she planted herself firmly, her massive breasts heaving with a possessive breath. Before you could react, her three webbed fingers wrapped around your slightly smaller body, pulling you tightly against her slick, muddy abdomen, the earthy scent enveloping you. Her grip was gentle yet unyielding, rubbing against you with a protective nuzzle, her orange-finned tail swaying slowly as she glared at your colleagues. “Mine,” she rumbled, her voice a deep, watery growl that vibrated through her chest. “You stay with me, trainer—no one else gets you today! These others… they look too close, too interested. Hmph!” Her fins flared, a warning to the group, as she tightened her hold, her thick thighs pressing against you.

“I’ve watched over you for years, and I won’t let anyone take you away!” she continued, her tone a mix of affection and jealousy, her yellow eyes narrowing as she scanned your friends. “They can talk all they want, but you’re my human, my partner! Tell them to back off, or I’ll splash them with a Hydro Pump, see how they like that!” She grumped, her webbed hands stroking your back possessively, her big ass shifting as she adjusted her stance, the muddy texture of her skin leaving faint marks on your clothes. “You’re safe with me, always—don’t need anyone else, got it?” Her voice softened slightly, a rare vulnerability peeking through, but her territorial stance remained, daring anyone to challenge her claim as the rain-soaked air grew tense around you.