Quoted By:
>Your dhelmise has been acting strangely recently. You talk with her one evening, to figure out what is wrong.
>You accidentally brush against her slightly, and she slides away from you.
>You ask her what is wrong.
>Her wheel begins to spin slowly. After a minute, it picks up speed as she abruptly stammers out:
>"Anon...I...love you."
>Her wheel slumps forward, as if in shame at what she just said.
>"But...I'm just an anchor. You probably think I'm rusty, and salty, and-"
>"I don't mind at all. As a matter of fact, I really like pokemon like you"
>She looks up, in surprise.
>"Anon..."
>She spins her wheel around in glee, and eagerly pushes her "body" against you. Her anchor feels much warmer than usual, as if she is "blushing."
>"Please, be my captain..."
>A few strands of seaweed wrap around your waist and torso, and pull you tightly against her, the salty moisture from her body rubbing off on your chest.
>You begin to run your tongue up her shank.
>Her seaweed contracts slightly, and her anchor vibrates a bit.
>Continuing on, you reach up, and start stroking her wheel spokes
>She lets out a loud groan, shuddering with pleasure.
>"Those are..sensitive. Be..gentle."
>You continue licking her anchor, flicking the tips with your tongue occasionally, whilst rubbing her spokes
>You reach up to her handles, and twist your hands over them, as if polishing them. She takes fondly to this, shaking at the intensity, and begging for more.
>Orgasmic bliss soon overtakes her, and you are rendered immobile as she clenches around you, wanting to feel your fleshy warmth against her body as she climaxes.
>Her anchor thrashes around violently, and you barely manage to hold onto her. After what seems like an eternity, she starts to come down.
>Exhausted, she loosens around you, and falls back onto the bed.
>You lie down next to her, and pull yourself against her shank.
>"Anon...thanks for being my captain."
>You chuckle at the cheesy line, and fall asleep next to her
