I Want To Lay the Very Best!

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Mumbles was trying to think, and it was hard, oh, it was so hard.

She hadn't always been like this. A long time ago, though how long she's not sure, she woke up on a beach spread out on the sand. It was probably the most relaxed she'd ever been. The sea surf softly lapped against her skin, eagerly drinking water to help bulk out her body. She felt like a small part of something gigantic, a little sandy woman there to make this corner of the beach a bit prettier. She'd let the birds in the sky rest on her banks, hold back the tides for the crabs, and maybe make some other Sandygast friends.

It was such a nice, simple plan. An idyllic life that she might have enjoyed quite a lot.

Then someone leaned over her to check she was okay, and Mumble's heart stopped. Mumbles looked into the big green eyes of her first human. She'd barely been alive for a few minutes and seen a pretty cloud-filled sky, beautiful white feathered birds, and the rolling ocean. None of that came close to the searing beauty of a freckly-faced brunette with braces and big green eyes. She wanted to yell that out, but she just couldn't. It was impossible. She knew the words, but her tongue wouldn't play along. She just-

She just mumbled.

As the woman checked on her, her hair brushed down onto Mumble's face, and it was so soft, so silky. The human smiled at Mumbles panicked babble, and Mumbles felt hotter by the second. Making a pretty lady smile was everything. Everything. She was happy, and it was because of her! Mumbles had only just met her, but here was the most beautiful woman in the world, grinning ear to ear because of her.

The woman left to fetch some help, and Mumbles had just lay there, staring at the sky, heart beating faster and faster. Mumbles couldn't think about anything else but how pretty women were. It didn't seem possible such beautiful things could exist! So when more had turned up, things had only worsened.

She was popular, but Mumbles had no idea why. They'd named her, and the ladies loved to come to her quiet bit of the beach and touch her. Tease her. Tell her secrets that burned her ears. All she could do was slowly melt under their happiness; she was glad they loved her, she really was, and every single one of them was the most beautiful thing she'd seen. Short and thick, tall and buff, it didn't matter; every single human was so gorgeous she could have screamed. But she couldn't even summon the breath to do that! Her brain would not work when pretty ladies were around, and as much as she wanted to tell them how much she adored them all. She couldn't. Not a single word.@@novelbin@@

But the ladies didn't mind her oddness one bit; they loved the way she stared at them with longing grey eyes and babbled nonsense. They adored how she blushed when they talked dirty or whispered sweet nothings in her ear. A few had even taken a tumble with her in the sands, and while Mumbles couldn't speak, she was more than happy to fuck them senseless. She was invincible on the beach with the sea at her back, and she could shape herself to satisfy any lady. She'd gotten a lot of practice.

She couldn't talk, but they all learned how much she loved them. They were all so beautiful, making Mumbles feel beautiful just being with them. She let them get everything out, a one-sided conversation that left them all feeling unburdened that someone would listen to it all. The tide would come in, and she'd carry them to the grass so they could sleep among the stars. Mumbles would then lay in the sand and let the sea wash over her, cleaning her face covered in lipstick kisses.

It was bliss, even if it was missing something important.

It took a while for her to realize that she'd become famous. Some of the ladies turning up had sandy-colored hair and would leave little gifts of colorful ribbons tied around Mumble's arms, legs, and even her cock. They'd cover it from base to tip in colorful silk some days. She'd become the pretty, mumbling ladykiller, and the lonely mothers of the beach adored her.

She wanted to tell them she loved them. All of them. Every single one. But her voice, her darn voice! She just couldn't find it. She had to settle for a lesser heaven. A kind, gentle Pokémon who listened and could give an aging lady all they needed. A small Pokémon on her big beach surrounded by pretty things, and that was fine. Mumbles had settled for a smaller slice of heaven. She could live like that. 

Until the day she saw her.

Shaggy hair with grey tips, dark skin, and muscles that looked like they'd been carved from stone. A deep, husky voice that made Mumble's sand pour from her limbs. Like every woman in the world, she was the prettiest. But this one? This one didn't stop when the tide came. She kept making love to Mumbles as the tide washed over her. She risked the sea to be with her. It was ridiculous; she was going to drown! Mumbles tried to push her off, but she was so strong that all Mumbles could do was flow around them. There was only one way to save her! 

"Please!" Mumbles yelped, "Go!" 

"I can hold my breath. You're worth it," the pretty woman told her. "And you've such a pretty voice!"

She'd spoken! And the woman had praised her for it. It was the best moment ever in Mumbles's life. She felt two thousand miles tall and dove on the woman with renewed vigor.

Unfortunately, Saffira couldn't hold her breath that long and Mumbles had needed to drag her out of the sea to the grass. Her Pokémon there had helped pat her back to get the water out, and while Mumbles couldn't find the words, they'd been happy to call Saffira a bit of an idiot for doing that on her behalf. 

Mumbles had bonded with Saffira, eager to find her voice with her. They'd fought a tournament together, and while they'd lost, it had been close, really close, and she'd almost saved them. She felt even bigger! Nothing could take her voice from her now! She'd even spoken a bit without panicking to women.

She felt she'd overcome her fears.

Oh, how wrong she was. Life had far harder battles waiting for her. Ones like this one. On one side of her, she was having her head patted by Nova, a thick-set Pokémon with gorgeous dark blue skin and chiseled muscles. Her bold attitude was terrifyingly sexy, and it was all bearing down on Mumbles, shaping her sand into bunny ears and telling her how good she was. Maybe she could have survived that, even if it was a lot, but no, she wasn't just being fussed with by the brilliant Nova. A tall and haughty queen had taken her other side, with a silvered corset and breasts as big as Mumble's head. The woman who'd beaten her in the match, Marina the Lapras, and she was showering Mumbles with praise. Not for her fighting skills, but how pretty she looked, how cute she was, how perfectly, squishably, fuckable the little Sandgast was being. 

Mumbles had been plagued for years by how pretty humans were. But now, she had to learn that Pokémon were sizzling hot, too. She was right back where she began! Shy and only able to respond with her touch and blushing cheeks. She couldn't tell these two giant ladies how searingly hot they were being, but if these two took her to bed as they promised, she was going to fuck them into a different reality. They'd learn how much she'd loved them. Oh, they'd learn. 

It was such a nice situation, such a perfect sandwich of rough-and-tumble muscle and tall, regal beauty, that Mumbles completely forgot the plan they'd gone over earlier. Which was a shame because that meant she wasn't ready for when the music cut out and someone called out over the room speakers. 

"Ladies, are you ready for a show?"

There were some cheers, and then, from the stage that ran along one wall, a curtain twitched back, and a leg appeared. Covered in thick tights, the room went absolutely mad for a nice bit of thigh. 

Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Mumbles had forgotten. How could she have forgotten? Any chance of speaking another word today was dead. She was about to be destroyed utterly.

"Oh yeah! The Trainers are ready," Nova clapped her hands and tugged Mumbles closer. "You ready for this?" 

She was not. She could never be ready for what was about to come. Not in a million years. 

"She looks stiff," Marina said, running her long fingers under Mumble's chin. "If it's too much for you, you can always sit in my lap. I can cover your eyes, and you can peek through my fingers. 

Marina wasn't the Pokémon who'd beaten her after all. She was a Legendary. The greatest.

Mumbles climbed into Marina's lap with a shifting of sand and dared just a tiny peek through her fingers. She didn't want to miss what was about to happen. If they played it right, someone was about to evolve.

The way Mumbles's heart was beating a mile a minute, she wouldn't be that surprised if it was her.