>>33921258I'm gay and even I find Mallow to be super lewd and a huge slut that'd come after my dick even if I told her I had no attraction to her.
Like, imagine me sleeping in the Motel on Route 8, with the window open for that cool ocean breeze because of the shitty humid and cramped room I'm in. I'm almost naked save for my underwear, bedsheets pulled aside to prevent any more sweat producing. But unbeknownst to me, Mallow has just finished scavenging a rare herb in the Lush Jungle that you can only find by following the stem of a flower that blooms at the night of a new moon, and had noticed my sweaty, musky aroma drifting from the window down the street (she has a good nose, she's a chef after all). Concealed by the darkness of the absent moon, she sneaks her way onto the wooden planks just underneath the bedroom window, breathing heavily as she inhales my scent with every step she takes, licking her tongue across her supple lips as she imagines my cock in her mouth, like a Shellder's grip on a Slowpoke's tail. Sliding underneath the windowsill, she listens for the faint cries of inhales and exhales, making sure her prey is in no way prepared for her signature move. Of course I was asleep, and despite the rustling of ingredients in her Forage Bag, not a single footstep was heard. She had caught me at a good time, for my erection was piercing through the thin veil of the nearby streetlight that illuminated my room, slowly being eaten away by her tall shadow as she rose in the window frame. If I was awake she might've even seemed nude. Creeping closer to the bed frame, Mallow slowly slips down her overalls, revealing her perky bosom and smooth, glimmering skin to the soon-to-be victim. With a flick of her finger she undid the other button, standing completely nude before me. Bending over to inspect the tent, she lifted her index finger and gently opened the fly. "Ok, Mallow! Grab the Thick Club and Rare Bone and pound it all!" she whispered to herself.
