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A pleasant, upbeat jingle filled the sterile air of the Café Plaisir's medical clinic, sparsely punctuated by the gentle clinking of glassware. The ceiling fan spun lazily overhead; the rotating shadows on the ground would serve to make anyone dizzy. Two rows of thin, minimal beds lined the walls of an adjacent room, with a bandaged Umbreon and Totodile asleep on opposing mattresses. The sheets weren't comfortable, exactly, but they were the best the nurse could offer, given the infirmary's scant budget. A rather disengaged Grovyle in the corner of the waiting room looked up from his DS as sudden, wet stomps reverberated across the room, the momentary distraction causing him to suffer an unexpected KO. "Oh, dammit!"

But Nurse Boora hardly seemed to hear him. The heavyset Goodra collected a few jars of berries from the cabinet and traipsed back to the counter she was working at, humming an off-key melody to the ambient music overhead. She set the berries down and retrieved a wooden spoon, giving a simmering saucepan on the stove before her a quick stir before raising a spoonful to her lips. The concoction was mostly herb-based, with a few other apothecary ingredients--it had a delightfully earthy and cooling taste, even if it was a little bitter. She turned the heat of the stove down and opened a jar, carefully selecting a few bright red berries to dump into the mixture. Most traditional herbal remedies were terribly raw and unpleasant, but Boora took a special sort of pride in inventing new ways to serve up the special medicine.

After a few minutes of light stirring, the mixture in the saucepan turned a pleasing teal color. After a quick, satisfactory taste, the Goodra ladled the drink into a small earthenware bowl and walked over to the recuperating Umbreon, her tail dripping a small bit of slime as she moved. The dark type's eyes flitted open as she tapped his shoulder, wincing for a brief moment but quickly relaxing at the sight of the nurse.

"Mornin, sugar," Boora cooed, easing the bowl towards the Umbreon. "Do me a favor and drink this, hun, it'll get your energy back up."

Abruptly, the door to her waiting room slammed open, sparking a gasp from the gooey dragon and nearly making her spill the Umbreon's drink. A small, electric blue Fletchinder swooped in, using all of his scant weight to shove the door shut once he was in. Boora gave him a concerned glance as he slumped to the ground, leaning against the door and panting.

"Uh...can I help you?" the nurse asked, setting the Umbreon's bowl down at his side.

The Fletchinder looked up as he heard Boora's comforting voice, his tiny chest heaving as he caught his breath. "Yeah...ahh, ah, sorry--I need to, ah, hide," he choked out between breaths.

Boora chuckled--this certainly wasn't the first time her office was used as a refuge. She plodded over to the bird, scooping him up in her dripping arms and carrying him over to a bed. "'S all right, you're safe here. Ain't none of that nonsense outside comes into my special place." She set the Fletchinder down, sitting on the gurney beside him and brandishing a clipboard. "Now, for the records; who are ya, and why are ya here?"

"Ahhh...sorry, catching my breath. Name's Nike," he chirped, reclining on the bed as his composure slowly returned. "I ...uh, some guys were chasing me in here."

The Goodra nodded, jotting his response down. "Nike, right. Think I've seen you around here, actually! You a new recruit?"

"Well..." Nike muttered, "I was planning on it, but I doubt Eclipse's gonna let me anywhere near the place now."

Boora frowned. "Oooh my, don't you tell me you went and pissed Eclipse off." She whistled low as the bird slowly nodded. "Oh wow, hun, you ARE in trouble. How bad is it?"

Nike sheepishly grinned, remembering the day he's had. "Well, uh...how bad is implying that he's fucked his obese mother?" He was actually surprised, seeing the dragon's calm reaction.

"Well, could be worse, I suppose. Y'could have actually fucked his obese mother." She smirked, setting her clipboard down. "Still, though, you ain't off the hook. I can only do so much to keep you hidden, and once Eclipse follows your scent here, ...well, I'm sure you can imagine."

Nike's eyes went wide with panic, his tiny heart rushing to a rapid flutter as he remembered how the snarling Mightyena chased him, those gnashing teeth just inches from his tail. "Ohhh shit, oh no...i-is there anything I can do to throw off his scent?"

Boora smiled softly, wrapping an arm around the frail bird and lifting him from the sheets, carrying him back towards her private office. "Well, there certainly is, but most find it rather ...strange? Strange is a good word for it, I suppose."

"Yes! Yes, please, anything's got to be better than Eclipse."

Boora nodded happily and pushed open the door to her room, walking over to her dragon-sized chair and sitting down, the frightened Fletchinder held carefully in her grasp. "Perfect!" Nike squirmed uneasily in the Goodra's embrace as he saw her dripping tongue loll out from her snout, wincing as she dragged the tip through his head feathers. He took a great pride in preening himself every morning, but messy feathers were a small price to pay for protection. The Fletchinder shivered as Boora's tongue traced down his spine, a thin trail of warm, sticky goo matting his feathers down. The broad, dripping tongue made a few more passes over him, the air feeling cool with the thick slime on his back. Boora easily flipped Nike over, setting him on his back as she gave his belly the same messy treatment. The small Fire type wiggled uncomfortably on the dragon's belly, his wings spread out--like it or not, he knew that if he smelled like Boora, Eclipse wouldn't find him as easily. Still, he was relieved when he saw her tongue draw back, watching as she inspected him.

"So ...does this mean I'm okay now? Eclipse won't find me?" Nike stammered, lifting a sticky, wet wing.

Boora laughed gently, her grip on the tiny bird tightening. "Ah, no, hun, he'll still find ya here. That was all to..., well, gimme a taste!"

"Wait, a taste?! What do you--" The Fletchinder's cries were quickly silenced as Boora pushed forward, her maw widening, strands of her gooey saliva connecting the top and bottom and transfixing the trapped bird. Nike quickly snapped out of it once those soft jaws claimed his head, suddenly surrounded by a squishy, pulsing warmth as the Goodra's tongue washed over his face once again. Things became rather wet for the bird, with those soft lips gently squeezing around his neck and enveloping him in a warm, sticky darkness. He struggled as much as he could against the large dragon, but his wings were held tight against him as he was pushed in further. Boora went slow, taking her time licking and tasting over every feather of the worried bird as he squirmed inside--she'd had bigger and tastier meals before, yes, but Flying types were a bit of a rarity in these parts, and she wanted to savor her first experience with one.

A slew of panicked emotions flooded Nike's mind as he was eased into the slick, squishy maw--being eaten was usually never an enjoyable experience, but the goo dragon made it seem ...almost pleasant. Besides, maybe it IS necessary... he reasoned, as his beak nudged against the back of Boora's soft throat. The darkness, heat, and goo squishing around him proved to confuse him even further, and all he could muster was a weak squirming as the dragon's tongue snaked out between his legs.

Boora gently swallowed, pulling Nike's slickened head down into her tight, squeezing throat as she pushed his legs between her lips. The Fletchinder's head descended, massaged on all sides as he was completely hidden from the outside world. He wriggled gently on the Goodra's tongue, feeling helpless, and yet...oddly safe. Boora let her tongue explore for a little while longer before gulping again, wanting to reassure her avian prey that she meant no harm as her throat started to bulge outward. Nike's world quickly became more vertical, his soaked, streamlined body slipping effortlessly through the gooey throat. The booming heartbeats around him grew louder and louder as he was swallowed, slowly squeezed through Boora's slimy throat.

It seemed like ages to Nike before he finally met a stronger blockage in the gooey tunnel, his beak slipping through the ring of muscle as he was squeezed through into Boora's waiting belly. The satiated Goodra sighed happily and kneaded her gut as he tried to settle himself, lying on his back amidst the thin goo and the tight, warm belly walls.

"Mmmmmh...see, little guy, that wasn't so bad, was it?" The goo dragon cooed, softly belching. Nike couldn't bring himself to respond, devoting all his energy to catching his breath in the damp, sticky belly. He hardly even noticed when the infirmary door banged open once more, any sort of outside sound was muffled and drowned out by Boora's squishy, flowing body churning and booming around him. He could hear the dragon calling out, that warm, comforting voice booming around him: "Someone out there, dear? I'm in the back office if you need some help!"

Eclipse frowned and bounded through the waiting room, shoving his way into the dragon's lair. Boora kept a rather innocent smile, even as those troublemaking twins, Sin and Dex, followed their brother into the room, confident smirks across their muzzles as they scanned the office.

The elder Mightyena was the first to speak, quickly regaining his air of apparent superiority. "Hey, dragon. You seen a bird in here? E's a tiny little spitfuck, but you'd definitely hear him a mile away."

The Goodra furrowed her brow, making a show of searching her office left and right. "Mm, sorry hun, doesn't seem to be anyone but us four here." She feigned a concerned face as she looked back at Eclipse. "Whatcha all need him for, anyway?"

"None of your business..." Eclipse muttered. One of the twins gave a quick snigger, before getting a quick paw and a dangerous glare aimed at their muzzle. Eclipse casually turned back to the nurse, regaining his air of confidence and ignoring Boora's amused expression.

"Right, well. If you see him around, just tell him...I can wait." The eldest Mightyena turned and left without waiting for a response, the twins casting smirking glances behind them as they followed him out.

Boora's soft patting finally brought Nike to his senses. "You...you ate me?!" he squawked in a quick panic, realization finally setting in. "How is this safer than getting caught by Eclipse?!"

The Goodra chuckled, understanding the small bird's worry. "Well, two reasons. One, my goo can't digest very well, and two, ...well, hun, I like it~! So you just hide in here until that ass calms down, and you'll be fine, kay?"

"But you--"

"No, hush. I've got work ta do. Sit tight, and I'll let ya out after my shift." With that, the trapped Fletchinder felt his surroundings jiggle and bulge as Boora stood up, her heavy footsteps reverberating the tight belly squeezing around the bird. Nike tried to think of another comeback, but he quickly realized it was useless trying to argue further. The oozing, squeezing chamber even proved to be relaxing for the exhausted bird after a while, and the dragon's heartbeat booming around him lulled him into placidity. He leaned against a soft, slimy wall and shut his eyes, feeling every groan of the nurse's belly, every step she took shaking and vibrating the squishing goo around him as he slowly dozed off.

Nike slowly came to, sprawled out on the sheets of a fairly large bed. His half-conscious mind attributed his recent memories to a dream, but the Fletchinder quickly realized that the thick, warm slime sticking to him as he tried to stretch his wings was all too real. Worried about what else actually happened, he rolled over on his back, glancing behind--he couldn't see much of the room he was in, due to the huge, dripping tail and legs dominating his view. He got a rather explicit glimpse of Boora's groin, however, and a deep crimson blush ran across his cheeks as he noticed her tailhole flexing and closing.

"Did...I...did you just..." Nike stammered, embarrassed of how he made it outside again.

"Ahh, relax," Boora coaxed, slowly turning around to face him. "Going out the back's far more pleasant for me than tryin ta throw you back up. Besides, you were asleep!"

The goo-soaked Fletchinder grimaced as he sat upright, his sticky back leaning against a pillow as he stretched a wing out, examining his ruined feathers. "Ugh...it's gonna take me a week to wash this off, you know that?"

"Well...I..." Taken aback, the Goodra frowned, averting her hopeful eyes. "I was just tryin ta help you out, hun."

Nike paused and looked up at the bashful dragon, a wave of guilt suddenly overtaking him. "Boora...Boora, hang on, alright?" He hopped closer, his cheeks burning, embarrassed with himself. "I didn't mean that, okay? You, well...you saved me back there, and if you hadn't..." the Fletchinder shuddered, "well, let's just say I'm glad you saved me. Okay?"

"I 'preciate you sayin that, Nike." Boora nodded softly, a small smile returning to her lips.

Nike shifted his diminutive weight side to side, trying to ignore the thin goo quickly starting to cool between his feathers. "I still feel bad, though...I don't mean to be ungrateful. Is there anything at all I could do to try and make it up to you?

The goo dragon looked down at the bashful, desperate bird before her. It wasn't like Boora to take advantage of a situation like this again, but it'd been so long since she last had the opportunity for this kind of fun...She nodded happily and leaned back against the headrest of her large bed, laying on the seduction thick as she slowly spread her legs, inviting the Fletchinder forward. "Eheh, well, since ya mentioned it...how good's your tongue?~"

Nike gave a quick chuckle of relief at Boora's request, stepping between her large, thick legs and straddling her tail. Not only was she giving him a shot at resolving the conflict in his mind, but it was something he was rather good at, too. His fair experiences with cunnilingus had prepared him moderately well for what he discovered between the Goodra's thighs: a thin vertical slit, which seemed like a given, but no other features on the outside, save for the shifting and dripping and flowing goo surrounding him.

Eager to please, Nike quickly bent down over Boora's dripping slit, his damp wings spread out to either side of her crotch as his broad, slender tongue teased the very inside of those tender lips. It seemed Boora's pussy had far more give than the average non-goo-dragon, and had slightly less of a squeeze. He did notice, however, notice a thin strand of goo dripping from the bottom of the slit--after lapping the drip up, the Fletchinder quickly realized the slimy stuff was meant to simulate a lady's natural juices. Boora, for her part, was at first content to lie back and let the bird explore her, watching him tease and lick with a small blush on her cheeks. Nike briefly met eyes with her, searching to see if this was okay, if this is what she really wanted, but a quick nod and encouraging paw wave easily got her point across.

The Fletchinder's tongue delved deeper into the soft, forgiving walls, his saliva mixing with the gooey lining inside her tunnel as his tongue flicked up and down, in and out. Not wanting the much larger creature to be unsatisfied, though, he smoothly pressed his body forward, catching the tips of his beak inside the squeezing walls. He got a full taste of Boora's juices as he gently opened his beak, allowing his tongue to stretch ever deeper, lapping and slurping at those massaging walls working around his beak.

Boora was impressed with Nike's performance thus far--the beak was a nice touch, and left her with closed eyes and a warmth growing in her sex--but she was a big girl, and she wanted more. Seemingly with a mind of its own, the tip of her gooey tail curved back, gently teasing along the busy bird's tailfeathers. Nike was immersed in pleasing the Goodra before him--in fact, he hardly even noticed what she was doing until cool, wet tailtip prodded against his backside. Second thoughts barely had time to form in the Fletchinder's mind before that tip pierced his tight, unprepared hole, spreading his ass around the tip of that squishy, slick taper.

A shaky gasp escaped Nike's beak as he quickly became lost in the sticky, wet sensation of that thin tip probing his insides. He leaned forward as Boora's tail slipped deeper, his face bumping against her squeezing slit. The Fletchinder closed his eyes, lapping at the slippery inner walls as far as he could now, gently squeezing and clenching around the gooey tendril working its way inside. He could feel that tail tip pushing deeper and deeper, curling at the end to form some sort of ...well, Nike reasoned that it was some sort of makeshift knot!

Before he could wonder about the implications of such a bulb in his tailhole, Boora gently pressed her tail forward. Nike felt the push, but didn't notice any more of that slippery taper squeezing in; instead, those gooey lips he was pleasuring with his beak began to creep ever slowly forward over the bird's face. His eyes widened in surprise as he tried to pull away, but any movement backwards only managed to impale the trapped bird further onto Boora's tail.

"Uh...Boora, wh-what're you doing?!" Nike squawked, his cries muffled by the slick, tight tunnel steadily squeezing over his face. The Goodra was entirely lost in pleasure, though--she wasn't entirely conscious of what was causing those squirming, filling sensations in her sex, she just knew that she needed more. With a quick shove of her tail, Boora managed to stuff the Fletchinder's head completely inside, her dripping, oozing lips kissing around the bird's neck.

The world quickly became rather dark for Nike, the struggling bird clenching his eyes and grimacing as those hot, sticky fluids continually flowed past him, thoroughly soaking his head feathers in the thin goo. He tried to spread his wings to push back out, but before he could manage, another quick thrust came from the tail wedged in his slit, forcing those slimy lips around his shoulders.

"Gahhh-ahh!~" Boora cried out, thumping her thick foot against the bed as more and more of that wonderful stretching warmth spread her wide. She felt the thickest part of that shifting bulge slip past her lips, her squeezing walls working her toy inside. However good that fullness felt, though, she needed ...more.

Nike groaned and squirmed, fighting against the gooey, slippery walls that tugged him further inside the Goodra. He breathed a small sigh of relief, though, when he felt that tail wedged in his hole start to slide him back out, the slick muscles stretching around his belly once more. The outside air seemed especially cool to the goo-soaked bird as he drew back, the tugging on his tailhole stopping once those tight lips squeezed around his neck. Nike raised his wings to try and pull himself the rest of the way out, but a sudden shove from the tail inside him drove him back through the warm tunnel, the quick push eliciting a broken squawk from the Fletchinder.

Boora moaned and writhed in ecstasy as that warm, wiggly bulge slipped back inside her; she slowly started a steady rhythm, pumping that squirming toy in and out, in and out, the thin goo flowing through her tunnel increasing with her arousal. All Nike could do was wait, halfheartedly struggling against those tight walls, even though he knew it would come to nothing--Boora was just using him to get off, like he was her sex toy.

And, he hated to admit it to himself, it felt wonderful.

Nike groaned to himself as that knot in his tailhole tugged and pushed, the clenching, slippery walls kneading around him with every thrust. The pumps got faster and faster as the Goodra's enraptured moans vibrated through her body, the pleasure making her shudder from the sheer force of it. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity and a brief moment all at once, Boora tossed her head back in a roaring climax, shoving her toy fully inside her and clamping down around the exhausted bird as her cum gushed from within. The Fletchinder could only squirm and taste the slick, salty juices flowing past him, now completely hidden from the outside world.

After a few breathless moments of orgasm, Boora dislodged herself from Nike's well-used tailhole, carefully sliding her tail out from her lips, leaving the bird snugly trapped inside. Nike panted softly as the gooey, wet walls shifted and squished around him, fashioning a round sort of womb. Both Pokemon were far too tired for words by now, but there was naught to be said anyway. Instead, Boora flopped to her side, her heavy breath gradually slowing as she rubbed the new bulging belly.

Nike's thoughts wandered as he was once again trapped in squeezing, flowing goo. The Fletchinder usually had a certain pride to him, but the way Boora took control and just used him to get off...well, it was invigorating, to say the least. He shifted and squirmed in the tight, gooey womb as fantasies of submission floated through his head, each more depraved and daring than the last. Perhaps he'd fit in at the Café after all...