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Rinta: Island of Freedom

A Wayward Gardevoir

Claudia sighed once more as she stared down at the calm, peaceful, blue water the ferry boat she was riding was traversing to her last destination. She tried to lift her spirits in any way she could, but nothing worked. Thus, she sighed again, sinking just a little more into a hole of self-pity, regret, and hopelessness.

"It won't be that bad...," she muttered to herself, no confidence or support coming from her voice. "At least I'll be able to stay away from everything that made my life the way it is now... heh, with any luck I'll be able to find a job and not become a beggar," her eyes shifted from the ocean's tide to the impressive set of LL-cup tits that she tried (and failed) to conceal with the use of a thick sweater that complimented her natural dress, which she rarely took off.

Her eyes filled with fury and anger for a moment, but her emotions died as soon as they came. "No... it's not your fault. Maybe things would've been different if you were smaller, but I wouldn't trade anything that makes me who I am... maybe they were right. Maybe my parents--" she shook her head, sighing once more before resting it against her folded arms. "No. It's better this way. To hell with them!" She hissed, creating a small psychic blast and tossing it into the water. There was a weak splatter and a splash, but nothing else.

As always, her abilities left much to be desired and Claudia sighed yet again, though in frustration this time.

Suddenly, a buzzing noise came out of the many speakers scattered throughout the ferry.

"Attention passengers, this is the Captain speaking. I inform you that Rinta Island is up ahead of us and we'll arrive within the next ten minutes. Everyone, please ready your belongings and make sure your documentation is in order. Lapras Ferry Transport Industries thanks you for your preference and hope you enjoy your time in Rinta."

With that said, the speakers died out and Claudia stood up, her luggage in hand. Silently, she made her way up to the front of the boat alongside dozens of other passengers. Most ignored her but some others actively bumped against her and one time she felt a hand grope her large breasts. "Hey!" She called out, blushing and trying to cover her offended mammaries but the culprit had vanished in the crowd.

Sighing once more, she continued to walk until she arrived at the deck of the boat and for the first time in months, she felt something that actually lifted her mood if only by a slight margin. Rinta, even from a distance, couldn't compare to what the news articles and travel sheets had portrayed it as. It was a relatively large island with sprawling beaches, jungles, small atolls scattered around it, a large semi-active volcano at its center, and what she could make out to be a small city. The water was clearer the more the ferry approached it, the sand was golden, precious, and the air was salty and fresh, a true small paradise if she had ever seen one.

Her journey to Rinta had felt like ages passing, starting from her fall all the way to leaving her manipulative now ex-boyfriend once and for all and getting everything she needed to not only travel to Rinta but stay there as a resident of it. But the last minutes of her travel felt like time had come to a crawl, filling her with anxiety and a burning desire to start a new life for herself, away from everything that had ruined her ambitions, dreams, and hopes.

Finally, the ferry boat slowed down as it docked with one of the many available piers found all over the large harbor. Passengers began to disembark in an orderly fashion guided by the boat's personnel. When it was her turn one of them checked her papers and let her walk onto the pier itself.

"Yes," Claudia smiled before inhaling a deep breath of the island's purifying air. "Maybe this won't be as bad as I thought!"

She took her first step forth... and promptly fell forward as a large Arcanine bumped against her from behind.

"Watch where yu' stand on, dumb hoe!" He said in a high-pitched, annoying voice.

Claudia couldn't reply as she fell, her breasts saving her face from a nasty hit but her luggage rolled over the wooden floor until it fell over the edge. "Or maybe Arceus herself hates me!" She angrily spat, forgetting about the Arcanine as she got to her feet.

"OOOWWW! What in the nine seas is this!?"

Claudia felt her blood grow cold as the complaining voice, deep, vibrating, and masculine pierce through the noise around her. Rushing to the edge, she peered down over it only to narrowly avoid a spiral of water from hitting her in the face. Taking a few steps back, she watched as the spiral of water suddenly exploded only to reveal a tall Empoleon.

Claudie felt her heart skip a beat when she saw him in great detail even as water ran down his body. His body was covered in scars, his right trident was snapped in half, his chest was a wall of muscle, his arms were like boulders, his legs equally so, and his stern blue eyes stared through her soul. His swimming trunks, she noted, were black and seemed to be quite comfortable, which led to the only part that seemed off picture about him. His stomach wasn't a wall of squared abs, but rather a solid slab of muscle reshaped into a paunch belly.

It was only after he took a step forth that she noticed he was carrying her luggage in one hand.

Panic returning to her, she tried to speak. "Uuhhmm, I-I-I-I d-d-didn't..." Claudia closed her eyes when he lifted his right arm along with her luggage. Expecting a blow or be shoved back, she braced for the impact but after a few seconds, she opened her eyes.

"I believe this is yours, little missy?" The Empoleon said in a friendly tone even if his gruff voice made him look scary.

"W-What?" Claudia had to blink a few times as confusion replaced worry and fear. Looking closer at the Empoleon that was a full head taller than she was, she could only see kindness in his eyes backed by sternness and a gentle smile on his beak. "Y-Yes! That's my luggage! Thank you, sir... and sorry for dropping it on you."

"Haha! Not to worry, little missy, happens all the time!" The Empoleon chirped a laugh as he handed the green luggage to Claudia. "May I know your name, little missy? It seems to me that you are a bit lost."

"You have no idea," Claudia replied without thinking. Once she caught on, she blushed and bowed before the Empoleon. "S-Sorry! Where are my manners? My name is Claudia Duk-- Just Claudia now, I suppose."

Empoleon bowed slightly towards her in turn. "Pleased to meet you, miss Claudia. My name is Isaac, at your service," rubbing his neck, Isaac continued. "Not many tourists know how to properly greet an Empoleon. Thank you, Miss Claudia."

"Just Claudia is fine, mister Isaac," Claudia replied.

"Then just Isaac is fine with me, too, my new friend," Isaac chirped a laugh again before crossing his arms. "Are you travelling with someone else?"

Claudia shook her head. "It's only me, I'm afraid. It has been a pleasure meeting you, Isaac. Perhaps we'll meet in the following days," with that said, she turned to walk down the pier but Isaac followed her.

"Oh? Are you staying for long? Most tourists just stay for a couple of days. A week at most. Being a local is cheap, but hotel prices are so high Rayquaza himself must bump into them from time to time."

Claudia giggled at the silly joke. "It is fortunate that I'm not here as a tourist, then. I'm looking to settle down since I checked out the requirements for citizenship."

"No shit?" Isaac cursed, but his voice noted how impressed he was. "As you may have noticed, Rinta isn't exactly fit to host a large population and becoming a resident is quite complicated. A lot of... security measures must be passed to even apply," he smiled.

"Really?" Claudia asked, perplexed. "My interviewer said I checked all the marks and granted me citizenship and residence."

"Well, if that's the case, then let me welcome you to Rinta as your first new neighbour!" Isaac patted her back a few times, just strong enough to make her appreciate the contact. "If I may be so bold, may I see your papers?"

"Hhmmm, sure?" Claudia replied, reaching into her sweater for them.

Isaac chuckled. "Fear not, Claudia. I'm one of the oldest folk in Rinta and I've seen everything. Lately there has been a nasty influx of forged residence papers, but it is easy to detect the real ones from the phonies."

Claudia's eyes widened. "Y-You're saying I could've been scammed?" She asked, her voice a whisper as her mind imagined what she would do if that was the case.

"It's a possibility... though-," his eyes shifted to her concealed breasts. "-I don't think that's the case with you," receiving the papers, he instantly smiled widely before returning them without even opening them. "Nothing to worry, Claudia. They're as real as the fish I pick from the sea."

Claudia sighed in relief. "Oh thank Arceus!"

Isaac chuckled. "Close enough," he chuckled whilst Claudia looked at him in confusion. "What are you planning to do now, Claudia?"

"Get in line so that I may enter Rinta and then... who knows," Claudia replied dejectedly.

Isaac lost his smile and eyed her for several moments. "Hey, don't tell anyone but since you're now a resident, you don't have to make a line like the rest of the tourists. Come with me, I'll lead you to the check-in point I use."

"Really!?" Claudia said, beaming. "Thank you, thank you, thank you!" She said over and over again whilst hugging her new friend.

"You are welcome, Claudia," Isaac replied and the two walked the rest of the distance doing small talk. When they approached a booth with only a few people forming a line, Isaac directed her to join the queue. It advanced rapidly until it was her turn.

"Ohhh! You're a newcomer! Welcome to-- Dad!" A chirpy Wingull said before waving excitedly at Isaac. "Excuse me for a moment," she said to Claudia, then she turned to Isaac. "Dad, what are you doing here so soon? Did something happen?"

"More or less," Isaac replied, shrugging. "Isabelle, meet my new friend, Claudia. Claudia, meet my daughter Isabelle. She's the postmaster of Rinta's post office and clock-in checker for the fishermen."

"Pleased to meet you!" Isabelle said, instantly extending a hand to Claudia.

"Likewise," Claudia replied, overwhelmed by the shining optimism and friendliness of Isabelle. "Uhhmm, Isabelle, was it? Your dad, Isaac, told me you could help me out with my residence papers?"

Isabelle gasped. "Residence! Yes, yes! I can help you! Papers, please!"

Claudia handed over her papers and Isabelle stood up. Her eyes nearly popped out of her sockets when she saw Isabelle had bigger tits than hers, from her calculations alone, there were at least N-cup, probably NN. It was easy to draw that approximation thanks to the tiny shirt that, only now, she noticed what the Wingull was wearing.

Not only that, but she was also wearing a tini mini skirt that would be classified as a micro skirt. She wasn't bent over and she could perfectly see her thong-clad pussy sticking out from the skirt's sem. And speaking of her blue thong, she had seen plenty before, but the one Isabelle was wearing was smaller than any she had ever seen and sported longer straps that ran down the mini skirt and hugged to her curvy figure like a second skin.

"Aaaaand here you go!" Isabelle called out as she turned back with a seal bearing the sigil of Rinta, a volcano supported by two suns, on their front. "Welcome to Rinta, Claudia. You'll love it here!"

"Thank you, Isabelle," Claudia muttered in disbelief, her brain unable to process what she had just witnessed. "Uhhmm, Isabelle? M-May I know why are you, ehmmm, w-wearing that?"

"Oh, my uniform? Cute, isn't it?" Isabelle beamed. "Bertram designed them himself!"

"Well," Isaac called out. "I better go back before--"

"There you are, you lazy ass!" A new voice called.

Isaac, Claudia, and Isabelle turned to see the owner of said voice. The poor Gardevoir was shocked, again, when she saw a busty Vaporeon, an M-cup to be sure, walking over to them with murder in her eyes. Her body sported a few scars, but they only served to make her look more beautiful, as she was rather voluptuous and fit at the same time.

"Emilia!" Isaac said, throwing his arms up and greeting her kindly. "How kind of you to come searching for me! I was about to head back."

Emilia, the Vaporeon, crossed her arms, mashing her tits together. "Oh really? I'm sure your visit doesn't have anything to do with Isabelle, right?"

While Claudia was mesmerized by Emilia's beauty and staunch posture; a feat made more impressive due to them being the same height, she also noted she was wearing a bikini that barely covered her modesty. Though, since she was a coworker of Isaac and he was a fisherman, her job required minimal clothing for easy movement, so she didn't overthink it. Feeling that trouble was brewing, she took a timid step forward.

"Uhhm, Miss Emilia?" Claudia called, getting the Vaporeon's attention. "Isaac was kind enough to help me with my luggage and show me a less hazardous way to enter the island," she gulped when Emilia simply raised an eyebrow, unamused. "I-I'm a new resident and--"

"Resident!?" With that, Emilia's mood was flipped over. "Well, why didn't you say so, girl! Welcome to Rinta! I'm sure you'll fit right in! You got lucky this time, Isaac. Now, come on! The damn fish ain't going to catch themselves!"

"May I remind you that I am both your superior and boss?" Isaac replied as he began to walk away, waving a friendly hand at both his daughter and new friend.

"Shut it!" Emilia shouted, also waving a hand to Claudia and Isabelle.

Isabelle giggled. "Don't worry, Claudia. They look like they fight all the time but they're actually great teammates. My father really enjoys that sort of relationship with his closest friends."

Claudia nodded to Isabelle, fearing that she had somehow read her mind. Turning to the Wingull, she found she was still holding onto her papers. "Oh, sorry about that!"

Isabelle giggled. "Not to worry, Claudia. Now, you can head over that road over there if you want to go to the shopping district or continue on if you wish to visit Mayor Charlotte and properly store up your information and secure your residence papers."

Claudia nodded. "Is there a dinner, cafe, or cheap restaurant around here, Isabelle? I'm famished after the long trip."

"Of course, you can wait for the trolley over that stop. You'll find the restaurant and casual bars section over there, though I would avoid it until you're cleared with Charlotte. Even with your papers, you'll probably get charged a tourist price, which let me tell you, is quite steep."

Claudia recoiled at that. "Thanks for the warning, Isabelle. My finances can't afford those sorts of prices right now. Is there anywhere else I can find some cheap food?"

Isabelle hummed for a moment, then snapped her fingers. "Head on straight and then turn right on the second block. That'll get you to our small local market. It's already past most closing hours but if you hurry, you might just find a few stalls open. Show them your papers and you'll be set."

"Thank you, Isabelle. You're a lifesaver!" Claudia bowed before breaking into a short run. "I'll see you later!"

As she ran away, Claudia didn't catch a Spearow entering Isabelle's booth while the latter, rather than being angry about it, smiled when the Spearow hugged her tightly, his hands groping her ass.

Claudia followed the instructions given to her by Isabelle and soon found herself in a mostly desolated avenue with only a number of stalls still there, though most were closing up. In a fit of panic, she rushed over to the nearest one with ragged breath. She glossed over what the stall had to offer and found herself staring into many appetizing, ripe, and sweet-smelling poke-berries and mangoes. "Excuse me, how much for a poke-berry?"

As soon as the words left her mouth she noticed the owner of the stall was a Dragonite.

"Ah, you're just in time, miss! I was about to close my stand!" The Dragonite said in a friendly, deep though sweet, rumbling voice. "That'd be eight hundred gil, miss."

"Eight hundred gil for a single berry?" Claudia would've half-shouted that had she not been warned beforehand by her newfound friend, Isabelle.

Dragonite nodded proudly. "Indeed! These berries are cultivated in my orchards and are the best in all of Rinta. They may look like normal berries, but Rinta berries are nor only sweeter and tastier, but also healthier than normal berries!"

Claudia nodded as she considered buying one or not, but then remembered about Isabelle's advice. "Ah, you see, I arrived today and I'm moving into the island-"

"Oh, so you're a new Resident?" The Dragonite asked, politely, smiling softly as he stared into her eyes. "Do you have your papers signed and stamped?" Claudia showed him her papers. "Then, miss, allow me to welcome you to Rinta, our humble home," picking one of the red berries with two fingers, he continued as he stepped out into full view.

Claudia had to hold her breath as the Dragonite, much taller than she had initially expected, stood in front of her. He was wearing a pair of loose khaki shorts, a floral print tropical shirt, a pair of glasses she had not noticed before, and sandals.

She had to look up just to see his face after admiring his body. She couldn't see any clear-cut muscles like the ones Isaac had, but she could see he was strong, which was a stark contrast to the soft-looking belly he sported. I wonder how it would feel to hug him? She asked herself as his belly, partially covered by his shirt, looked less like the intimidating stomach of a male much, much larger, stronger, and bigger than her and was more like a big teddy bear in desperate need of a tight embrace.

Her cheeks blushed profusely when she caught her train of thought. "W-What was that again?"

Dragonite chuckled, scratching the back of his head. "Ah, yes, I get that reaction a lot from newcomers. Even for a Dragonite I'm told I'm quite tall," smiling all the time, he offered the berry again. "As I was saying, normally I charge fifty gil for a regular Resident, but since you just arrived at Rinta, you can take this for free, on me, Miss...?"

"T-Thank you!" Claudia stammered, accepting the berry. "My name is Claudia."

"Richard Oliver Scalesting, but please, just call me Richard, Miss Claudia," Richard replied.

Claudia nodded. "You can call me Claudia, too, Richard."

They spent a whole minute staring at each other's eyes, magenta meeting blue until Richard, coughing and taking a nervous step back, broke the silence. "P-Please, take a bite. I take great pride in my berries and I always make sure the best get to my stall, just for the pretty ladies of the island. Which now would include you, Claudia."

"O-Oh...," Claudia blushed so hard that for a moment she would be confused for a Magmar. Taking a bite out of her berry, her embarrassment and nervousness vanished away as the sweet taste of the fruit washed her mouth. "D-Diiiissshhh issshh shooo guuud!" She moaned as she munched, a hand pressed against one of her cheeks while she moved side to side, guided by an invisible sway.

Holy tits of Xerneas, she's fucking adorable! Richard screamed internally, coughing and wings extending, nearly causing him to stumble on his stall. Grabbing it, his eyes peered down to Claudia; her light swaying making her badly concealed boobs move hypnotically, but more than her nice assets, he focused on her hips, her frame hidden beneath her clothes, and could appreciate an exquisite beauty lying just underneath. "W-Well, Claudia, I'm quite glad you like it."

Gulping her mouthful, she replied. "How could I not? It's the most delicious berry I've ever eaten, and that's not just because I'm hungry, hmmmmm~," she moaned again as she ate the rest of the berry with ravenous hunger. "Aaaaahhhh~ That will do for me until my next meal. Richard, if you may direct me to the Mayor's Hall, I would deeply appreciate it."

"Of course, it'll be my pleasure, Claudia. See those flags?" He pointed at the distance at three large flags moved by the pleasant breeze of Rinta. "The Council Hall is that way. I'd escort you there myself but I need to get this under control," he pointed at his stall. "But if you don't feel safe going on alone, I could ask a cop to escort you there?"

Claudia shook her head. "Thank you for your kind offers, both of them, Richard, but I think I'll be fine. Everyone has been so nice to me so far, thank you. And thank you again for the berry. It truly was the best," bowing deeply to him, an action that made her massive juggers jiggle and then bounce when she pulled back, she turned to leave. "I hope I can meet you again soon!"

Richard smiled, blushing slightly and scratching his chin. "And I hope to see you again, Claudia. Gardevoirs are beautiful but boy oh boy! You are the most beautiful girl I've seen in my life!"

Time seemed to stop between the two for what felt like eons before Richard nearly turned into a Charizard. "I-I-I mean, uhhh, h-have a nice day!" He turned around and wordlessly, frantically, began to pack his produce for the day.

For her part, Claudia began to walk away redder than an apple and feeling so hot and bothered that her sweater felt constraining. Then, when she was at least two blocks away, she giggled uncontrollably for several seconds.

I can't believe how sweet Richard is! He's so goofy and big and looks like the world's softest pillow short of a Snorlax! She thought, smiling to herself. Then, her blush returned though she didn't fight against it this time. He's so different from that asshole... No, no. Stop it, Claudia. You're a world away from him and comparing Richard or Isaac or anyone else to that backstabbing, cheating, manipulative dipshit is plain rude, taking a deep breath, she continued on her way, ignoring the trolley as it rang in the middle of the street carrying a full load of passengers.

Her eyes widened when she saw a few of the girls mounting the trolley. They may have been a blur of motion but she could have sworn they were wearing as little if not less than what Isabelle and Emilia were wearing. "Well, it is a tropical island after all. And I have to admit that my sweater is starting to feel stuffy."

"Hey, check it out, looks like a tourist got lost already."

"You'd really think she's a tourist with the melons she's packing?"

"Yeah, why would she be wearing that many clothes otherwise?"

Claudia heard a few voices to her tight at a volume they assumed she couldn't hear them at. She said nor did nothing to confirm she had heard them, merely quickened her pace. She was about to cross the street when a growl caught her attention. She turned to the source of the growl and saw a Houndoom walking up the street, his face the image of savagery that for a moment reminded her of her ex-boyfriend.

Claudia's eyes went as wide as they could when the Houndoom, in broad daylight, opened up his pants and his ten-inch long flesh baton sprung freely. It was hard, throbbing, and already leaking pre-cum. She took a cautionary step back from the shock alone and couldn't do anything more than watch as the Houndoom seemed to have found his prey.

Two girls were sitting on a nearby bench, wearing scandalous revealing bikinis. One was a Clefable and the other a Meowth, both girls had enormous tits, about KK-cup, and chatting without a care in the world when the Houndoom stood in front of the Meowth. The girl barely had time to turn to him when he unceremoniously ripped her bikini top, squeezed on her large milk factories, and then forced his cock in between them. In a flash, the Houndoom's thrusts and the meaty slaps of tits meeting hips reached Claudia's ears.

"Take it, you fucking bitch! Whore! Yeah, you like that don't you!? You like getting your tits fucked, don't you, bitch!? AAARRRGGGG!" The Houndoom shouted, proclaiming to the four winds his vile vulgarities while forcing himself on an innocent girl.

Claudia, outraged, was ready to jump into the aid of the Meowth when something that made her spirit freeze happened.

"Damn, look at Cain go. He only gets that angry when a day truly goes shit for him or..."

"Or when Cynthia is involved, somehow."

"Yeeeeeah, my money is on Cynthia being the cause of the problem. But damn, look at him go! I might just slip out after curfew just to get a chance with him~"

Claudia had expected other males to say something, but instead a trio of girls around her age were staring longingly at the disgusting act happening right in front of their eyes. That's when she noticed something even stranger... people all around the Hellhound gave it a glance before continuing on with their own affairs. Even the Clefable didn't do anything, apparently continuing her chat with the Meowth while the victim herself replied whenever she could while the raping of her juggers continued.

Unable to process what was happening, Claudia panicked. She grabbed her luggage and ran away, not really caring in which direction as long as it wasn't there. She ran and ran for what felt like hours until her legs started to tremble and her lungs were ready to leave her body if she didn't stop.

Dragging herself to a nearby chair, she sat down and all but collapsed on a cold marble table.

What the actual hell was that all about!? T-That Houndoom just randomly assaulted a girl and everyone acts as if it's the most natural thing in the world!? What is wrong with this place!? The interviewer said that Rinta had some 'relaxed' laws and 'unique' traditions, but what in Giratina's hellscape was that all about? She asked herself while her breathing returned to normal, becoming less ragged with each passing moment.

Eventually, she looked up only to find a Blaziken smiling warmly at her. "My, my~ You look like you just ran away from a battle, my friend. Here, help yourself to a drink."

Claudia's self-consciousness returned to her and quickly discovered that she had come to sit on a table inside a small, cozy locale in her panic and urge to flee the scandalous scene she had laid witness to. A table that was occupied. She opened her mouth to speak but her parched throat and the sight of a large glass of juice before her dulled her senses and decorum. She reached for the offered glass and drank all of it in one sitting.

"Wow, that must've been quite the run if it left you that thirsty!" The Blaziken chirped with merriment.

"S-Sorry," Claudia managed to say after finishing her drink. "I'll leave you alone, miss. It wasn't my intention to disrupt your meal."

The Blaziken laughed. "I was about to order my meal, my friend. Come, join me for a quick bite. By the looks of it, you could use a breather."

Claudia slumped on her chair. "Is it that obvious?"

Blaziken shrugged. "Braig always says I always know when people are feeling down."

"Ah," Claudia blinked, smiling softly. "My name is Claudia. May I know your name, miss?"

"Johannson. It's a pleasure, dear Claudia. You can call me by name or by my nickname. Everyone calls me Jojo," she said before extending a hand to Claudia.

Claudia's smile widened and accepted the handshake. She took the moment to admire the beauty of the Blaziken she had just met and found herself experiencing a girl crush. She's so beautiful! Ohmygosh, I feel so at ease just being near her... and her eyes are as blue as shining sapphires and so full of life, unlike my own, she thought while examining the rest of her body.

Like all Blazikens, Jojo was a bit taller than she was, her legs and thighs weren't slim but they were not crazy thick either; more like a coalescing picture of fitness, raw strength, and sleek beauty. Her abdomen was similar, not quite slim nor thin, but lacking any extra fat and showcasing a nice set of abs that glistened with droplets of sweat. Her arms were also fit, firm, and elegant. The sharp edges of her face and head seemed to be softer, a bit rounder; giving off the sensation of a friendlier and more approachable person. She couldn't quite see her rump, but much like her thighs, it was definitely pronounced, bouncy, and firm at the same time.

What she could see were the massive set of N-cup breasts that were contained by a small buttoned khaki-colored shirt that had been refitted as a bra. It would work, Claudia thought, were it not for the fact that the shirt was drenched in either sweat, water, or something else which made it completely see-through; revealing a thin blue tube-top bikini that covered her nipples and the lower part of her areolas but left the top exposed. Plus the shirt constraining her large mammaries created a bountiful cleavage that no doubt left many drooling. Finally, though she couldn't see it in full, she noticed two thin black and blue straps hugging her waist, either belonging to a thong or the other part of the bikini.

Though considering what I've seen so far, I am more inclined to believe the former option, Claudia thought as the handshake ended. "Thank you for your kind offer, Johannson, but I'm afraid I can't let you do that. So many strangers have helped me so far and showed me kindness. I can't possibly abuse any more of your hospitality even if I am to be living on Rinta from now on."

Jojo smiled sweetly at Claudia and clapped her hands together eagerly. "Then forget my offer. I insist that you allow me to share a meal together, new neighbor!" Seeing that Claudia was going to protest, she lifted a finger and stood up, revealing in the process the laughably thin thong she was wearing. "Think of it as your 'Welcome to Rinta' party. It's quite rare when we get a new resident to the island!"

Claudia's smile dropped and Jojo, sensing her discomfort, sat down. "Is something the matter, Claudia?"

"Well... I... I don't know how to say this, Johannson..." Claudia caressed her left upper arm. "I'm not used to having people be kind to me all that often."

Jojo recoiled. "Life has not been kind to you, has it?"

"I can hardly say that," Claudia replied. "There are people out there that suffer daily more than I ever have, so complaining about my life isn't exactly fair. That doesn't mean I've had a happy life...," she sighed. "Maybe Rinta will allow me to experience a shred of a happy life."

"But you're not that hopeful, are you?" Jojo asked, her expression softening as she reached out a hand.

"I wasn't until I arrived. Then, suddenly, in less than an hour after my arrival I am not only welcomed but shown kindness and gentleness," her expression soured again. "Though it kinda came crashing down after I watched that Houndoom assaulting a poor Meowth right in the middle of the street, titfucking her without any sense of remorse! And the worst part was that other girls were seeing happen and feeling jealous! Jealous! I was so shocked I ran away."

"Ah, that must've been Cain," Jojo replied before raising her hand. "Two more drinks over here, Willz!" She called out before returning her attention to Claudia. "But I'm surprised you were shocked by that. Didn't your interviewer tell you about the kind of lifestyle, rules, and quirks we have here on Rinta?"

"Not really... I was simply told I would fit right in and that Rinta would be a great place for me to find a real home. To forge a new life," Claudia replied as the waiter approached.

Johannson sighed in exasperation but didn't lose her wide smile. "As playful and mischievous as always," she muttered.

"Excuse me?" Claudia asked as the waiter left two new glasses of juice on their table. She heard a zipping noise and turned to her right to find the waiter, a Torracat around her age, whip out his cock right in front of her face. His hard, erect, musky cock. "E-Excuse you!?"

The Torracat raised an eyebrow. "Oh, I just wanted a tip and since I've never gotten one from a Gardevoir, I thought it'd be okay?"

"W-What!?" Claudia exclaimed. "How can that be okay!? Do you honestly expect me to touch or put your penis in my mouth just like that!?

"...Yes?" The Torracat answered, confused, before stepping back. "Well, it seems I kinda stumbled on you at the wrong moment. Hey, Jojo, you're gonna be at the club tonight?"

"Sure am, Willz! Hey, if you want I can give you your tip~?" She sang in a teasing tone while at the same time cupping her large juggers.

"Thanks, Jojo!" Willz said before his eyes turned to a shocked and appalled Claudia. "But it seems I already caused too much damage. Maybe later, okay?"

Willz turned around, his cock still free on the wind, and continued to do his work on another table.

"What was that all about?" Claudia asked in a hushed, broken voice. She would've screamed. She wanted to scream. But she just didn't have the strength to do it. "Why did he do that? Why were you so open about giving him... whatever you were going to do, Johannson?"

Johannson sighed. "Well... Rinta is quite unique, you see. We will need to go and see Charlotte so she can better explain things, but what you just experienced and what you saw Cain doing are completely normal here in Rinta."

Claudia scoffed upon hearing that. "Normal?" It was but a single word, yet it was heavier and carried more impact than a heartfelt speech.

Taking a sip from her glass before answering, Jojo cleared her throat. "Hey, can someone please tell Lorelei to come over? I think I may need some help over here."

"Sure thing, Jojo," Willz said before walking into the building.

"W-Who's Lorelei?" Claudia asked while she fought against her better judgment telling her to simply run away and leave the island, but her curiosity (and the fact she had almost no money left, no home to return to, and her life had been pretty much ruined) prevented her from doing just that.

"She's my best friend and the owner of this beautiful, cozy diner. She can also help me make things clearer for you to understand, Claudia. Oh, there she comes now!"

Claudia turned to the entrance of the building in time to see a buxom bombshell of a Pidgeot walk into the light. She looked a bit agitated, probably working in the kitchen, but she could practically see the motherly aura around her. She was also around the same height as Johannson, her thighs were thicker until they reached her knees, transforming into the strong lower legs that most Flying Types shared. She was waving at them, or rather at Johannson, with her right wing, her last feathers being in fact prehensile fingers.

She appeared to have been pulled out straight from a modeling magazine with her thin waist, slim belly, prodigious hips, and the N-cup sized melons she had for breasts. Claudia also instantly noticed that Lorelei wore only three things on her persona. The first a black g-string that covered very little of her modesty but hugger to her figure like a second skin. The second was a necklace that rested at the entrance of the valley of her breasts. And the third was a white wide open buttoned shirt, probably the kind chefs used, that covered her breasts but only partially; she could see her nipples pressing against the fabric of the shirt and more than once she caught a glimpse of her tender buds.

When Lorelei arrived, Johannson stood up and the two shared a short-lived but tight hug and kissed. "Lorelei, please, meet our newest neighbor, Claudia," Johannson wasted no time in presenting the Gardevoir, much to her dismay.

"H-Hello! I'm Claudia, it is a p-pleasure to meet you, miss Lorelei," Claudia introduced herself while her nerves were eating away at her.

"Please, my dear, call me Lorelei," she sat down after shaking hands with Claudia. "So, Jojo, what seems to be the problem other than you didn't call me right away to welcome this cute girl into our lovely community until now?"

Claudia blinked, surprised. There was a teasing nature in her voice, but she sounded nothing like the other Pidgeottos and Pidgeots she'd dealt with before. Her voice was mellow, calming, friendly, and joking to an extent. It was as if her face, the perpetual frown and dignified look of a Pidgeot was loosened and offered a hug more than anything. And she liked it.

"Cuz she just came in and invited herself onto my table after watching Cain titfuck some girl," Jojo drank more of her juice. "Plus, she arrived not even an hour ago."

"For Arceus' tits, did she really do it again?" Lorelei asked though she wasn't complaining. It was more like she found the situation funny.

"Hey, you know how she can be whenever she finds a new potential resident," Johannson shrugged.

"Alright, I see why you called me, Jojo," Lorelei then turned her full attention to Claudia. "Claudia, was it? Can you tell me everything you've seen up until now? Anything of importance to you will do."

Claudia took a deep breath and began to talk, telling the Pidgeot everything since her arrival up until meeting her. "And that's about it. Now, can anyone please tell me what is wrong with this island? Why is sexual assault permitted?"

Lorelei giggled, even chirping a little. "Oh, my dear, what you witnessed and having Willz present his cock to you isn't sexual assault here in Rinta," she began, leaning forward until her shirt was unable to cover her breasts. "Rinta is an island of sexual freedom, exploration, and love."

Claudia gawked. "So... are you telling me that Rinta is a land of sexual deprivation?"

"Not quite though we know just how many parts of the rest of the world sees us simply that," Lorelei said in a lamenting tone. "Rinta is more than just an island of debauchery and sinful activities, as many prudes out there would put it. We practice sexual freedom but we still follow rules, traditions, and other behaviors that to the others would be appalling. For example," she raised a finger. "Any male above legal age is entitled to fuck pretty much any girl, also above legal age, he wants for as far as the girl is okay with."

Claudia gasped in horror. "S-So females are just objects here? Things for males to use and abuse?"

"Whoawhoawhoa! No! Not at all!" Johannson interjected. "Any girl can refuse a guy for this or that reason, though it is seen as impolite refusing to give a guy at least a handjob if he politely asks. Other guys, like Cain, are more straightforward and pretty much do whatever they want. Though they will stop if you tell them to."

"Most girls around the island like rough sex and tough guys like Cain. Plus, many are grateful for everything he and the Disciplinary Committee do to keep Rinta safe," Lorelei then pinched one of her nipples. "Besides, we have as much if not more freedom here than in any other island, region, or country."

"Lori is right, Claudia. We can dress however we want, study whatever we want, work at whatever we want. We can also fuck, get fucked, and pretty much do whatever we want. Say, for example, that some guy wanted to fuck Lorelei, yes? All he has to do is walk up to her, ask her if he's polite or just goes down to it, bend her over the table, and fuck her brains out."

Claudia felt numb like she was about to faint but was wide awake the entire time. "So... sex is just... open, here? Anyone can do whatever they want?" She asked, her voice barely a whisper. "How do you even manage to have a functioning society if sex is pretty much universal?"

"That's the beauty of it," Lorelei continued. "Because sexuality and sexual freedom is completely open all the time, anyone can do it whenever they want, so we live with very little stress on a daily basis. Guys won't get laughed at if they have a small dick, girls don't have to be self-conscious about their bodies. Anyone can embrace their sexuality as deeply and safely as they desire."

Jojo nodded. "A blowjob is as common and practiced as a hello. Plus, sex is used in pretty much everything around Rinta in one way or another."

"But that doesn't mean there aren't rules. And while our society is very forgiving and tolerant, things like actual rape and physical abuse are not tolerated," Lorelei said in a stern, firm voice. "Tell me, Claudia. Haven't you noticed something... odd, about the girls of the island?"

Claudia leaned on her seat, drinking half the contents of her glass. "Now that you mention it... you all seem to be pretty open with how you dress and--" her eyes widened. Isabelle, Emilia, Johannson, Lorelei, the Meowth, and pretty much every other girl she'd seen, including her, shared the same trait. It only now dawned on her. "--and all them, all of us have big breasts!"

"Bingo!" Johannson cheered. "You see, a female living in Rinta needs to fit a few categories, both mental and physical. One of the most important ones being our chest size. The bigger the tits, the easier it is to get into Rinta for a girl. Actually, at the last census, there are around two girls for each guy living in Rinta... heeeeey, how come the guys run almost everything if there are more of us than there are of them, Lori?"

"Because we are cock-starving sluts that can't go a day without a strong man fucking us? Or is it because it is female nature to bow before males?" Lorelei said, smirking.

Claudia didn't know if the words the Pidgeot had uttered were a joke or what she truly believed. "Y-You're joking, right?" Her eyes shifted to Johannson. "She's joking, right?"

"Eh, more or less," Jojo replied. "It's not that we just bow and bend over for males. Heck, Charlotte is the mayor of Rinta and she's a female for crying out loud. It's... more of a personal choice? It's sorta hard to explain to an outsider, but think about this, Claudia," Johannson smiled. "We have complete sexual freedom in Rinta. Sure, it sounds like the guys get to have the most fun, but it is us girls who enjoy most of the benefits. We get to flaunt our bodies, dress however we want, and go as far as we want!" She proclaimed, smiling.

"Kasumi also said something about female natural submission, but I lost interest when the words got too hard for me to understand. But since Charlotte agrees with her, then maybe that nerdy egghead is onto something. Me? I love to be as slutty as I want! I adore it when Braig pins me to the bed and fucks me until I pass out!"

Lorelei nodded. "I also agree with Kasumi to a certain extent. What girl doesn't like being stared at, admired, and drooled over by others?" Suddenly, she snorted. "Hey, Jojo, do you remember what Kasumi theorized a while ago?"

"Ha! Yeah, 'the bigger the tits, the sluttier the girl', or something like that. Kinda makes sense! I love being a whore and Braig loves it too, win-win!"

"Likewise," Lorelei sighed longingly. "My dear Carlos loved how much of a slut I am. My Lucas seems to have inherited that trait from his father~"

Claudia drank the rest of her juice and replied. "Okay, so... sexual liberty is a thing on Rinta. What about rules? Fetishes? Taboos? Is there a line drawn on the sand or something? What about the tourists?"

"Enough questions for now, Claudia. Now, let's order something and eat! I don't have anything to do until work tonight so I can be your guide. First thing we'll do is go to Charlotte after eating, okay?" Johannson offered.

Claudia nodded. "You know... now that I sorta know what to expect, I don't feel as distraught as before."

"Splendid. Hey, mind if I join you? I was about to enter my break and eating with friends is better," Lorelei asked, the two other girls nodding in agreement. "Willz, get us three specials, please!"

"You got it, boss!" Willz replied.

After a few minutes of idle talk, Willz returned carrying a tray with three steaming plates of shrimps, fish, rice, and veggies. He placed one in front of each girl, then retreated. Just as they were about to begin eating, a handsome Pidgeotto wearing shorts, a muscle shirt, and a pair of sandals walked out of the diner's main entrance.

To Claudia, he seemed to be the very picture of dignity and authority. He looked so confident, so tall, so proud; bearing the same softness as Lorelei's facial features, making it clear they were related somehow. She knew how prideful male Pidgeottos tended to be, so she was not prepared to have her visions shattered by what the young adult Pidgeotto nearly tripped when Willz approached to grant the waiter access.

"Lucas! Nice to see you, boy! Come here!" Johannson greeted, waving an arm at him wildly. "Heard that you graduated a few days ago, boy. Whaddaya say, bend me over the table?" She asked with a wink.

"M-Miss Johannson, please, not so loud!" Lucas replied shyly, timidly making his way to where the three girls were sitting, narrowly avoiding other waiters whilst muttering 'Excuse me', 'Pardon me', and 'Coming through'. He was about to reach the table when he spotted Claudia. "Ahhh... e-excuse me, miss. A pleasure to meet you. My name is Lucas."

"It is my pleasure, Lucas. I'm Claudia," Claudia replied, trying hard not to smile. He's so cute and shy! Oh my gosh, it's almost like looking into a mirror! I wonder if I look as cute as he does?

Shifting nervously where he stood, he turned to Johannson. "Miss Johannson, could you please not say those kinds of things out loud?"

"Why not, dear?" it was Lorelei who answered. "You've graduated, you're an adult now, Lucas."

"That's right, boy... oh right, you're no longer a mere boy. You're now a man, Lucas. Now you don't need to jerk off in secret whenever you see me walking by~ Come and get a piece of me while I'm still hot, Lucaaaas~"

Lucas blushed fiercely, looking away. Sadly for him, he ended up staring at Claudia and he got a most notable tent in his shorts. "I-I'm terribly sorry, miss Claudia! I-I-I didn't me-meant to get a boner," he gulped. "I-It's just that you're so beautiful... and... and... ggmmmm!" He covered his face, blushing profusely in embarrassment.

"Now now, Lucas, no need to be all shy about it. You're an adult! It's okay to admire the beauty of a woman, isn't that right, Claudia?" Johannson asked in a teasing tone.

"I, uhmm, I guess?" Claudia offered. "It's okay, Lucas, I'm actually flattered that you find me attractive," she said in an effort to make him feel less embarrassed.

"Hey, Lucas, got any plans on losing your v-card yet? You know you can cash it in with me, you naughty boy~," Johannson teased more at the same time she intentionally pressed her breasts together to bring out her cleavage more.

"Shhhhh! Miss Claudia, could you not say that out loud, please!? I don't want anyone to know I'm still a virgin!" Lucas replied, indignant, as he looked around to confirm if anyone had heard her.

Lorelei reached out to her son, turning on her seat before smothering his face on her exposed breasts. Lucas didn't fight it all that much and mostly pouted while he blushed, allowing his mother to coddle and pamper him a little. "There, there, Lucas. Don't get agitated by the words of that retarded chicken-"

"HEY!"

"-and focus on finding a girl that's right for you. It's your virginity, your body. It can be as special as you want it to be. Honestly? I'm proud you have waited for as long as you have to find the right moment to pop your cherry," then, she smiled teasingly and kissed his forehead. "Or are you just waiting for a busty, pretty Gardevoir to come and take it from you~?"

"M-Mom, could you please not embarrass me in front of Miss Claudia!?" Lucas exploded, pulling away from his mother.

Claudia found the whole situation rather refreshing. Is this... what having a good time between friends feels like? She questioned herself but she had no real answer for it. She admired the truly handsome young Lucas, fidgeting, blushing, and being a nervous wreck just as bad if not worse than she usually was. For the first time in a long, long while, she smiled sincerely.

As Lucas backed away in the direction of the entrance, Claudia caught a glimpse of a moving object. Turning to see what it was, she saw a busty Greeninja land outside the diner's fence, sigh in relief, take a step forward... and then promptly stumble for no apparent reason.

"Reeeehhhhh!" The Greninja cried out, which made Lucas turn around just in time to catch the girl. If 'catching' translated to getting his face slammed and buried between a round, heavy set of LL-cup tits that sent him and his companion to the ground. "Safe!" The Greninja cried out happily, wiggling her whole body in triumph.

"Ah, Ashley, I was afraid you weren't coming to work today," Lorelei said without skipping a beat.

"Nah-ah, boss! I was, like, on my way when a group of tourists asked me for some directions, you see. And I was, like, helping them out and they were so grateful that they offered me a friendly handshake with their cocks!" Ashley replied whilst still on the ground and moving back and forth, smothering the poor Lucas under her; his arms flailing randomly and slapping the ground.

"Sh-Should we...?" Claudia asked in a hushed tone while glancing at Johannson, but the Blaziken waved a hand, treating it as a normal occurrence.

"Then I found a lost kid and, like, I totally had to help him find his mommy! After that, I came here, Lori!" Ashley said, smiling and tongue-wagging happily behind her back.

"You're so nice, Ashley," Lorelei then pointed to Lucas. "But I'm afraid my son is in dire need of air."

"Lucas?" Looking down, she saw the fringes of his head and only now felt him struggling against her smooth, pliable skin. "Oh! Hi Lucas! Hey, when did you get under me?"

"She seriously can't be for real...," Claudia deadpanned, again glazing at Johannson who only smiled and shrugged, eating more of her food.

Pulling up, Ashley sat on Lucas' lap while the poor Pidgeotto gasped for air, blushing all the way as he did. "C-Could you get off of me, Ashley?"

"Ohhhh, sorry, sorry!" She replied before wiggling her rump hard against his crotch; his hard cock rubbing against her wet, thong-clad pussy while she prepared to do something. Then, in a flash, she was gone only to reappear standing next to Lorelei. "Ha! Naaaaailed it! Lori, Lori, did you, like, see me do it? Shadow Step!"

"Congratulations, Ashley," Lorelei praised, giggling. "Very well done! Now, go inside to prepare to work, okay? It's almost Willz's break time."

"Hai hai!" Ashley saluted before turning to Claudia. "Hello, new stranger!"

Claudia didn't know if the situation before her was funny, odd, or casual for the ones present. "H-Hello, Ashley," she said, waving a hand slowly. As she examined the Greninja's body, it was easy for her to see Ashley was a few years younger than she was, but was divinely fit. Slim legs, strong thighs, well-proportioned hips, a succulent ass, near-hourglass figure and waist, and a pair of breasts that were the same size as hers. But her clothing attire spoke to her in volumes.

She couldn't quite fathom how it was possible that Lorelei, with her breasts exposed and partially covered by her shirt at the best of times, looked less naked than Ashley. The Greeninja wore a tube bikini top that failed miserably at its job of covering her modesty as with every movement she made, it slipped a little up and down, causing her pastie-clad nipples (which left nothing to the imagination and might as well not be there) to be exposed almost always. It didn't help that the girl never stood still.

Her second and last piece of clothing was a light blue thong, the same color as the top, that hugged her waist and side smoothly and offered no protection to her rear hole; leaving it completely exposed. She knew this for she had gotten a wide and clear shot at it moments prior while she straddled young Lucas. Speaking of the fidgety Pidgeotto, she saw him standing up trying to cover his now very clear (and stained) tent in his shorts.

"C-Could you please watch where you're walking, Ashley? You nearly smothered me with your big... soft...," Lucas began but his embarrassment and anger turned to shame before shaking his head. "J-Just pay more attention next time, okay?"

Innocently, Ashley cupped her breasts and pouted. "B-But everyone says that they like my titties. That they're big and soft and creamy. You don't like my titties, Lucas?" She asked not in a teasing way.

"No! I mean, yes! I mean, arrrrgghh!" Lucas turned around, flustered. "J-Just get to work. Mom, I'm going out with Kim and Francis for the rest of the day, okay?"

"Okay, hun, watch out, okay?" Lorelei said before noticing something out of the corner of her vision. "Oh, here they come," she said pointing at two figures who were jogging their way to the diner.

Claudia could only stare at a Luxio and a Sableye, both wearing shorts but the Luxio was shirtless while the Sableye wore a loose hawaiian shirt.

"Hi, Jojo! Good afternoon, Miss Lori!" The two greeted them as they approached. "Hey there, Ashley!" Then, without stopping, they grabbed Lucas.

"Hey, guys, what the actual heck!? Put me down! Guys!?"

Ignoring his protests, the two young boys carried their friend over their heads. "Bye Ashley, Jojo, Miss Lori!"

And with that, Lucas and his friends were gone heading to an unknown location; the protests of Lucas become rapidly fainter with each passing second.

Claudia couldn't help it. She had to laugh. She laughed until tears formed in her eyes and she wiped them away. "Good gracious, I needed that," she said at the end, her laughter subdued.

Lorelei and Johannson smiled while Ashley stood there, puzzled as to what had just happened until she shrugged and happily went to prepare for work.

"You look like you really needed to laugh, Claudia," Lorelei said, her motherly instincts kicking in.

"...Yes, you could say that again. After everything that's happened, I needed to laugh like that," Claudia admitted. "It is relieving, you know? You're complete strangers to me, yet you treat me nicely, with respect, as a person. Thank you, Johannson, Lorelei."

"Let's not get mushy while we eat," Jojo teased. "Come on, we can get to know each other more once we finish our meals. Eat up, Claudia, before it gets colder. Trust me, Lori's recipes are to die for."

Claudia took a bite of shrimp, the flavor exploding in her mouth and suddenly remembering how hungry she was. She practically devoured half the plate in short order before moaning as she chewed. "It's soooo delicious!" She praised, her eyes sparkling as she looked at Lorelei.

The milfy Pidgeot nodded, inflating her chest just a bit to showcase her pride. Then, the three returned to eating. "What are you planning to do next, Jojo?" Lorelei asked after a few moments of pleasant silence.

"I was planning on hitting a swim or maybe entering the Squirt-ton competition, but my new friend Claudia needs my help, so I'll be taking her to meet Charlotte after we're done here. Wanna come?"

Lorelei shook her head. "As much as I'd want to, I have a business to attend to. But I wish the two of you the best of luck," she finished by reaching out a hand to Claudia. The Gardevoir took it and she wrapped her mobile fingers around her hand and wrist. "Whatever the reason was that brought you here, dear, know that nobody here will judge you for it and that we will help you as much as we can."

Claudia smiled, her eyes threatening to tear up. "Thank you, Lorelei, Johannson. I really appreciate what you've been doing for me. But, Johannson, are you sure you want to waste your day helping me like that?"

"And let a newcomer find out on her own about what goes around our beloved island? Yeah, no," Jojo chuckled. "Sorry to say this, Claudia, but you're stuck with me for the rest of the day."

"Time for my break!" Willz announced from within the establishment, stepping out with Ashley following close behind him carrying a tray of drinks. Suddenly, Ashley tripped on her own feet but Willz managed to save the tray and the drinks. "Whoa, Ashley, you gotta be more careful."

On the ground, Ashley rubbed her injured tush as she sat with her legs spread open, her thong moved slightly aside to reveal her pussy and the tight hole right underneath it. "T-Thank you, Willz. I dunno what made me trip like that, teehe!" She explained herself with a soft smile.

Willz, on the other hand, set the tray aside on an empty table and gave his friend a hand. Ashley took it and the moment she was up, he pulled her into a tight embrace, his hands quickly smacking against her rump. "Hey, Ashley, I know a way to make sure you didn't injure yourself too much."

Before Ashley could say anything and right in front of Claudia, the Torracat picked his friend up for a moment before setting her on an empty table, only now noticing that, unlike other restaurants and diners she had visited, the empty tables had no ornaments on them. And she had just discovered why.

Willz unbuckled his shorts, his cock springing out hard and spraying a few strings of gooey pre-cum. He pushed Ashley onto the table, grabbed her thighs tightly, set her legs on his shoulders, and moved her thong to the side.

Claudia's eyes widened in shock as the boy, three maybe four years younger than she, nonchalantly plunged his cock inside the equally young Ashley's pussy.

"Aaaaahhhh! W-Wiiiiillz, y-you promised not to do it in the open d-during our shifts!" Ashley protested, though didn't seem to dislike it all that much.

"B-Break! I'm on my break!" Willz snarled as he desperately began to pound against Ashley's nethers, their flesh smacking repeatedly as the sturdy table didn't even budge at their actions. "Fuck! Fuck! I needed to fuck a pussy so bad! Holy shit, Ashley, you're so fucking tight!"

"Aaaahh! Mmmmhmm! T-Thank you, W-Willz! A-All that dancing makes my tummy all, like, strong and stuff!" Ashley replied, blushing at the compliment.

Claudia could only stare as the two young adults she had met just minutes prior were having sex right in front of her, in the middle of a diner, and no one cared about it. Well, that's not entirely true, she thought as she observed a Marowak, her bone mask set aside, fingered her pussy on the table next to them; her food forgotten as her focus was on the pair.